CAD4-016
Barista: Ichabod Ramses
Date: Dec-9-2019
Receipt: CAD4-016
Subject: Business as Usual
Well now, guess it’s time y’all met the other new face ‘round here.
Name’s Ichabod Ramses, though most folks just call me Icky. Ain’t no offense taken—been called worse by better people. Sarah’d know.
My other name—the one I been goin’ by for some time now—is Agent Mercutio. Clearly, I’m with Division JULIETTE, spendin’ all sorts of days and nights over book, bell, and candle. But lemme tell ya somethin’—they don’t teach ya half what ya really need to know in that place. Nah. I learned the real tricks from my Tonton Felix.
Yes. That Felix. Mr. Blackwood.
Most of the Old Families don’t take too kindly to the Blackwoods. But we Ramses? We different. We keep our own counsel. And Felix? He was family in all but blood. His kin too.
Now, I ain’t gettin’ into the specifics, but let’s just say I been on the wrong end of a bad bargain or two. Made some real… wicked mistakes in my youth. And I got my burns—and then some—to show for it. So if you ever wonder why I keep this bandana on my face?
Well.
Best you don’t look beneath it.
Not much left to see down there. And most folks don’t like the sight of it. Think it’s—well, icky.
As for why I’m here—the Agency made some deals, loosened my leash. Things happenin’ behind the scenes. Things I ain’t meant talk about. But ultimately? I asked. Humbly.
See—we both been smellin’ the same sickly sweet rot of them yellow flames. I want to see him stopped too. Don’t know how we’re gonna pull that off—seein’ as he’s old blood. But if there’s a way? We’ll find it. At the Cafe.
Tonton Felix always said the Cafe got a way of takin’ in strays. Guess I’m testin’ that theory.