C-HOH-018
Barista: Nick Langley
Date: Jan-29-2020
Receipt: C-HOH-018
Subject: House of Horus
Kyle was right—the House of Horus got tipped off. Somebody in the Society of Nom de Plume let it slip—now ██████’s changing tactics. According to my sources, he’s captured a ██████, and he’s trying to force it to show him the location of the True Barrow. Ever since Julia revealed the True Barrow’s antechamber, the isles have been crawling with ████████████ █████.
Now, as far as ███████ go, ███████ aren’t exactly what I’d call cooperative, especially not under duress. They don’t respond to threats, don’t cave to brute force. ██████ can scream, curse, and throw fire all he wants—that little ██████ won’t budge. But the second he wises up and offers it a ██████ █████? A ██████ ████████? That’s it. He’s got himself a guide—to the True Barrow, and to ██████.
That’s bad.
But it gets worse.
The Decodex Department finally noticed us—and now they want us gone. They’re threatening sanctions, saying we’re conducting illegal operations within their jurisdiction. Which is rich, considering they couldn’t find their own asses with both hands and a map. Problem is, they don’t need to be competent to be dangerous. If they make it official? Shutdowns. Asset freezes. Worst-case scenario? Detainment. And I’d bet good money Redwood’s so desperate to save face, he’d gladly work with the IRIS Company just to throw the book at us. Normally the IRIS Company wouldn’t give two shits about the Department’s problems—but, ah—Jordan Myerscough? Head of the IRIS Company? He’d love nothing more than to spit in his brother’s eye.
██████’s closing in. Decodex is breathing down our necks. Even the IRIS Company is looming near. We need to find this key now.
Because if we don’t? None of this is going to matter.
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