C-CAD4-022
Barista: Jericho Myerscough
Date: Dec-23-2019
Receipt: C-CAD4-022
Subject: Business as Usual
Katherine’s officially one of us now.
I should feel better about it. Should trust Jean-Marc’s call. Should let it go.
I don’t.
Sorry—can’t help it. She’s ██████ ████, ain’t she? Something about that just don’t sit right with me, no matter how I turn it over. I’ve seen plenty of strange things, but nothing quite like this. According to all my trinkets and kit, she is ████. Should’ve ██████ ████ █ ██████ █████. But she didn’t.
Whatever that ████████-Δ did to her, it █████████ ███ █████ ██—█████ █████ ████ █████… █████ ███ █████ too by the sounds of it. She can’t ███… not easily. And if she ever does turn on us? Well. That could be the end of the whole bloody Cafe.
So, I did what I always do when something’s gnawing at me—I asked the 8-Ball. Piece of shit’s not been terribly helpful, but there’s something almost addictive about it. Or maybe that’s just my personality.
Is Katherine Wade really meant to be here?
The response rolled into view, smooth as ever.
Great. Fantastic. Cryptic as always. Is she the thorn? Are we the lion? Is she helping us by being a problem, or is she just going to get someone killed? No answers. Just more riddles.
Fine. Tried again. This time, I wasn’t asking. I was demanding. Seemed to work better last time anyway.
Tell me something I can use. What do we do next?
The 8-Ball spun, rattled slightly in my hands, then settled.
Right. Now we’re getting somewhere. Across the sea. A corpse. Another corpse. Which means this ain’t just about Katherine.
One more question. Maybe this time the useless thing will show me why it’s such a bloody boon to the Cafe.
Where?
I flipped the ball one last time, watching the answer drift up through the murky black fluid.
…Well. Damn. That’s near specific.
Drogheda. Ireland. That’s well out of my brother’s jurisdiction, at least. We need a plan. Bit of a trek, but now that we’re settled into a Cafe, we can sort something out. ██ ██’█ ███████ ██████ ████ █████████—███████ ████ ██████████… ██ █████ ███████ ██ █████ █████████—I’m not leaving it to Fate. That much is certain.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“Product of 4=7.”
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