Max wracked his brain for something, anything, even remotely resembling a memory on this, his head throbbing from sifting through his collected knowledge. He saw a fragment of..something. When this happened, he surmised it meant he had only glimpsed something. He had seen it, but not read it. Which meant Max would have to do something he was horrible at..trusting his instincts. He took a deep, shay breath and..cut the top yellow wire.
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