Pop quiz: How long does it take to beat a moron to death?

[Open phone call made from the hospital to all. Scout sounds irritated.]

Hey, Mayfield! Ya know what's shittier than I town fulla never-ending zombies? A town fulla never ending zombies on yer birthday. As much as I can go 'round shooting guys in the face all day, a break to go get some drinks would be nice.

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[To anyone hiding out in the hospital today, Scout will be found in the cafeteria, digging some cake out of the fridge for himself. Now if there was only beer.]

Guess will have to do! Wait, what kinda cake is this... Aw man, carrot cake? Not even any chocolate in here?

[Filtered from Grady/Mayor/Smiths/drones]

Aw geez! It's October already?! When did that happen?! That means not only did I miss my own freakin' birthday like 2 weeks ago - my twenty-first birthday - that means it's playoff season! Man, I hate this stupid town. I'm gonna miss the World freakin' Series! Lame!

Well anyway... I guess we got, like, important stuff ta discuss, right? So yeah. October. That means Halloween's comin', followed by Thanksgivin', followed by Christmas. I wasn't here for those last year, but from what I was told after I first got here, Halloween and Christmas were pretty ugly as far as the shit Mayfield likes ta pull. So everyone needs ta keep on their toes, awright? An' is there anyone left in town who was actually here last year fer Halloween who can give us an idea 'a what went on? Just so we know what ta expect.

Also, way too many people are gettin' droned 'round here lately. Talk about a bummer. I wonder if that's related ta that whole "escape" comment from tha Mayor the other day. Unless Doc is still kickin', I think I'm tha only BLU left in town. Double lame. Frickin' Engie...

I'm headin' ta Westport. Gettin' borin' here since everyone left ta take a look, plus I can't let yas have all the fun without me! I should, ya know, maybe scout tha place, am I right? I'll be back in a bit. I know I said I was gonna keep an eye on things, but if ya need somethin', give BLU's Sniper a yell, awright?

[To be frank, getting brainwashed for 12 hours scared the hell out of Scout. It happened so effortlessly, and he could do nothing to resist it. The idea of being stuck as one of those faceless drones bothered him more than he thought it would. Not that he would admit this in a thousand years. Not EVER.

He thought about keeping up that vandalism streak and show that pig Grady he meant business, but even he knows in the end, it'd get him nowhere. He had to relax and keep his head clear, to not let his temper get the best of him. He said he was going to come up with a plan to get out of here, and he meant it. He can't afford to let this town get under his skin - that was like letting them win. He already let his team and others down with the first plan being a failure. And thanks to that, half of them got droned too.

But first, he needed more info. He acted too fast with the first plan. Now, it's reconnaissance time. He's Scout after all; it's his job.]
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[Filtered call to all non-drones oh hey look he can do that now]

Hey, guys... has anyone ever been inside the police station? The only cop I've ever seen is Grady. I bet if any there are clues about how people get and out of here, that's the best place to start. If we can distract Grady long enough, maybe we can get in there and check it out. Is there anyone else even IN there?
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[And speaking of those people who got let down...

Flowers are delivered to 341 Brady and 1250 Williams. They're respectively addressed to Tifa and Margot. No sender is listed, but there is a small card attached to them reading "No hard feelings, I hope." Girls love flowers, right? Right.]