C-HOH-011
Barista: Nick Langley
Date: Dec-27-2019
Receipt: C-HOH-011
Subject: House of Horus
While Daichi was busy gambling away apparently the potential fate of our entire operation, I did what I do best—snoop. ██████ barely spared me a glance. To him, ███ ██████ ███ ███ ████. ███ ██ ███ ████, ██████ ███ ███ ████ ███ █████ ████████. Fine. Let him think that. It gave me more than enough cover to scope out ██████’█ ████████ █████████.
The Cubiculum is more than a high-roller’s den. It’s a vault, a labyrinth of corridors lined with treasures no one is supposed to see. Gold, artifacts, relics of power—all stacked behind doors guarded by ████████████ ███ men who have sold more than just their souls. I kept to the shadows, slipping past ██████’█ █████, following the current of power that pulled me deeper underground.
That’s when I found it.
Not in Egypt. Not buried under ancient sands. The cult’s name, the Luxor, the digs—I was sure ██████’█ █████ was buried in Egypt. But the House of Horus has been digging elsewhere. Ireland.
Near Drogheda.
The files I uncovered weren’t even well hidden—just locked in a reinforced cabinet ████ █ █████-██████ █████. Child’s play. Inside, I found reports detailing their ongoing excavations. Unfamiliar names littered the pages, but the dates told a clear story—this has been happening for a while. At least half a year they’ve been looking for some sort of corpse. And they’re getting close. Too close. I took down the relevant details and I think we can cut them off before they uncover whatever it is they’re after.
Before I could dig any deeper, my CaDCom buzzed. A priority message. Jean-Marc.
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I pocketed what I could and left before anyone noticed.
Once Daichi is done with his game, we’ll head home.
For Nikki. For all of them.
Decaffeinate Receipt
“51 miles from Amargosa Valley.”
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