HOH-005
Barista: The Serpent, Daichi
Date: Dec-12-2019
Receipt: HOH-005
Subject: House of Horus
Well, I cracked into that… missive from the head of the House of Horus.
Fitting password for him. Almost makes me wonder if all their passwords are the same. And why wouldn’t they be? Man mostly thinks about himself.
So—what did we learn about the most illustrious, radiant, and questionably magnificent majesty?
Not much.
He lost some sunglasses. And he’s got a very tenuous grip on his subordinates. If there are whispers getting back to him that they don’t think he has a plan? Let’s face it—he doesn’t have a plan. And if he does? Sounds like it mostly involves smuggling artifacts across international borders… probably to toss in his collection and forget about. He’s running some kind of excavation somewhere. That’s about all I got out of it.
Now, we could scope out his base of operations.
I could scope out his base of operations.
I love Las Vegas.
The drinking, the gambling, the vice, the sin—oh, it’s such a wonderful time.
But—of course—strictly Cafe business. Scout’s honor. Serpent’s honor—possibly worth double.
I know roughly where Cubiculum is. Been there once or twice before. There’s a little trick with the elevator—gets you right down to floor negative fifty-five, deep under the Strip. Of course, a good spy doesn’t slither right into the Toad’s den. No, no, no. A good spy slides up to the slots. Watches. Waits. Lets the city do the talking.
Naturally, I do believe I’ll need a per diem to handle this service. I know our finances are a little… muddled at the moment. But if Rico would be so kind as to lend me his card—well, I think this could be a very successful stakeout.