You want to chat future op planning? You've come to the right person, Doctor, love. I'm the entire stuffing brains of Glasgow.

Eugh, this doesn't taste right. Is this can gone off...? Ay, get Hannah to try this for me, will you? Oh, and if she scoffs the whole thing in one go... well, waste not want not, yeah?

Why do I fight with such a naff-off big machete? Because I'm trying to be efficient here! If I scare some enemies off, that's enemies I don't need to do in. I mean obviously, I'm handy with me fists too. 'Cuz you spend as long as us on the streets, you learn how to scrap from every angle.

When we left the Glasgow Gang behind, see, I thought we'd all be back in a jiffy. But here we are ages later, and still on the go. Everything's changed. Vina, Hannah, Baird, and especially me... yeah, I might have changed most out of us.

I had my grievances, I did. While Victoria was booming, I was living on scraps. Who said I should pay the price once the bloody place went arse-up? But look at me, I came back anyway. I mean, my life, everyone I care about... all of it's here still.

I guess me old Morgan's Memoirs is gone. Probably lost it in the Glasgow Gang base, if you'd even call it a base... and if the Glasgow Gang still exists. War's not some heroic fantasy. There's moments of deathly honest grief... just, instants you can't describe.

I got a good head on my shoulders, don't I? Not like I'm book-smart or anything here—the most I'm good at is scheming a thing or two in the street. Be honest, sometimes, there's this thought that plagues me, how maybe I'm no help to Vina at all... What, that's rubbish, you think...? Yeah, alright, fair dos, love! I can't be quitting now!

It might be easy for us to follow the leader, but you know what? While we go after Vina—who's Vina got to go after? I don't want to be behind her anymore, Doctor. I want to go with her, or take her along. That way, when she gets tired, at least she'll have my shoulder to rest on.

Once we succeed with all this, I... hahah, the ffffirst thing I wanna do! Is go out and get smashed with the girls again... Doctor, promise me, you'll come crawling with us. We'll have a right hoot... forget all our troubles. Sound good, love?

Ay-yi-yi, someone's wide open. I could do some face painting on you, love?

Alright, Doctor? I'm Morgan. Vina said you'd like some assistance from me? I've got brains to pick and brawn with a machete—whatever you need, love, just ask.

Not bad, not bad, learned a thing or two. In exchange, why not have a copy of How to Fight with the Glasgow Gang?

Well, I'm honored! You've got a sharp eye, Doctor, just like Vina.

There'll be plenty more trouble in future for the Glasgow Gang, but you won't catch me running. Whatever we can't handle, you bet I'll keep trying to figure it out. Whatever we can handle, you let my machete and Molotovs do the work!

Coming, love, coming. Not too late, am I?

No prob. Minding you lot's a breeze compared to Glasgow.

Doctor, love, how'd you even come up with these plans?

Maybe let's try ambushing them?

Machete's all sharp.

Alright, who am I hacking up?

Watch. There's method to a brawl.

Can't just be all brawn.

Ay-up! Watch your left.

Nah, mate, I'm on your right.

Lessee, who's the next sap getting duffed up?

You don't win until you beat us all.

All that command was complex stuff... I'm having trouble keeping up now. Doctor, love, once we're back, can you break down today's battle for me? You'd do me a solid!

Doctor, want to celebrate the Glasgow way? First me and Hannah grab a leg each, then we shut our eyes, and then we hip-hip-hurray and send you flying... ay, no need to run, love, I'm just joking!

I know every bend around these parts. Give me one minute, and I'll root those bastards out.

I'm not... I'm not falling here. The story of Vina and every one of us... is NOT over!

Dead quiet around here... hahah, makes me wish I could do it like Vina and kip somewhere.

Ooh, surprise Doctor attack!

Got some good news to share, Doctor? Because if you don't, let me tell you a joke.

Arknights.

It's a New Year, and I want to see Vina happy, Hannah mucking things up less, and I'd like Dagda to loosen up some. Right, and for you, Doctor... mmm, a bit less work, a bit more time to yourself. That way, I could take you around Londinium for a proper stroll.

Alright, Doctor! Fancy seeing you about.

Norbert's a borough full of Infected. Them, and the mariners out of a job and the old workers and the thugs like us, we're all people Londinium doesn't want. And then here... everyone gets equal work opportunities. Why can't it just be like Rhodes Island out there?