HIE07
[BRANCH] LONG ISLAND
[SERVER] EMPLOYEE NO. 1331
[DATE] 10/9/22
[INDEX ID] HIE07
[SECURITY] DINER
Now that is the kind of fieldwork I’ve been itching for at the Agency. Right in the thick of things, in an unexplored frontier—pretty sweet. And we weren’t gone too long either, so that’s a bonus in my book. Time zones between the States and Canada are always a bit wacky, though. For us, it felt like 24 hours, but somehow that translated into 192 hours in the States. Factor of 8. Too perfect to be a coincidence, right? Then again, No. 611’s the one to ask about time conversions and boundary lines.
As for what we saw, we saw just about everything worth seeing. Newfoundland’s fairly small—roughly the size of the Snake Oil factory in Ottawa, which makes sense. Lots of old folks doing polar bear swims in the ocean, but strangely, not many actual customers around. No. 161 thinks they’re holed up in underground bunkers. Personally, I think that’s bonkers. But it’s true we didn’t see much of anyone until the last few hours when we spotted Mr. Muldra Yanomo himself. Not sure if he saw us, but we sure saw him. He’s building something. You’ll want to check with No. 116’s receipt for more details on that front.
Now, as for the Cafe’s signature service, we managed to get a lot done. No. 611 mapped the region, and No. 53 and No. 161 strategically plucked a few old folks out of the water—folks who should now be roaming Newfoundland freely doing whatever it is they want to do. Don’t worry—No. 116 made sure the ones they pulled from the Tide are “safe.” And of course, No. 3 came out as our MVP. She managed to steal a chunk of the gate Muldra’s building. Strange material—looks a lot like Muldra’s favorite metal, but purple instead of that tealish green. We’ll have No. 62 and No. 35 take a closer look to see what they can figure out about it.