C-CUTC-020
Barista: Ichabod Ramses
Date: Dec-13-2019
Receipt: C-CUTC-020
Subject: Division Zulu
Well, folks, we made it. End of the line. One door left standin’ between us and whatever hellspawn Zulu’s been cookin’ up down here.
Ain’t much of a welcomin’ sight, neither. This here observation room? It’s a goddamn graveyard of bad ideas and worse intentions. Scattered notes, half-shredded papers, old research logs—all stamped with the name ███████ ███████. A pretty name for somethin’ so ugly. ██████████’ ███ ████, ██████’ ████ ████ ████ ██ ████████-Δ, ██████’ ████ ███ ███’█ ████ █ ████ █████ ████████████.
Now, ‘course, I’m still technically with the Agency. Gotta report this to Alfa. Maybe now y’all see why the Agency’s been cozyin’ up with the Cafe, lettin’ me tag along and sling some coffee on the side. Zulu been workin’ on things that stretch outta the light. Outta the Indigo’s interests. Nasty stuff, that’s for sure.
Most of what I’m seein’ down here don’t make much sense—too technical—but one thing’s clear: Zulu ain’t just ███████’ █████ ████. They’re ███████’ ‘em. ████████-Δ is some foul concoction. A mix of ██████, by the look of it. ███ █████, █████ █████, ██████ █████, █████ █████—they’re tryin’ to cook up some process for ███████████, ain’t they?
Now that is a crime ███████ █████. ███████ ████████. ███████ ████ ██████.
People don’t ████ ████ ████ ████ ███. ████ ████ ██. ██████ ██████ ██ ███ █████████ ██ ████ ██ ████████ ██ ███ █████ ███████. Seems like Zulu’s been failin’ at it, too. No surprise there. If bringin’ folks back was easy, you’d think it’d be more common.
Twelve subjects. Dead. ████ █████, ████ █████████ ██████████. ███ ██ ‘██ █████ ████ ████ ███████ ██ █████ ███ █████ ██ ███ ███████ ████ ████ ███ █████ ████. That don’t last long.
But Subject-13?
All I can find on Subject-13 is one word:
“██████████.”
I reckon we best be ready for whatever’s on the other side of that door.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“José Mauro Ramalho.”
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