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[[Fred and Socrates continue their discussion in the little room where Fred is trying to isolate himself from the rest of the Physarics. Fred is answering Socrates "What Colonel?" question from the previous strip.]]
Fred: The "Colonel" that Plato said my arrival was none of his concern. I may be new here, but I doubt you guys use military-style ranks.
Socrates: No, we don't.

Fred: Then that tells me the Syncytium is getting outside help. I'd bet Occam a new razor this Colonel is likely human, although we can't rule out an "enemy" agent.
Socrates: Why would either be helping us?

Fred: I've met far too many evil marketing jerks with surreptitious machinations afoot. I'd bet somebody figured up an angle to pit our team against the "enemy" and somehow come out on top.

Fred: If they aren't in over their heads, it could be that the Syncytium is playing right into their trap, and both sides are on a collision course for a seriously nasty double-cross...