APM03
NUMBER: APM03
PRIORITY: DINER
DATE: 17-6-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: STAFF MEMO
SERVER: PAYROLL
I don’t feel comfortable with H.R. messing around with open flames. I’m certain Big Guy feels the same. And I know the Manager may be more inclined to risk everything for a modest payout, but I don’t want H.R. to feel obligated to do the same. Plus, anything that might kick up any of your “inner flames” should be a decision I make, right? I am the leader, after all—even before the title was official or whatever, you guys live under my roof, so you play by my rules.
That isn’t to say H.R. was seriously considering it or anything. She’s a lot smarter than the Manager when it comes to risk assessment. God. Risk assessment. You should all be so lucky that you didn’t grow up in my house. I have way too many coffee-related percentages rattling around in my head. And while I don’t have any particular figures or facts for this situation, my gut feeling is risking anything “Wicked” for anything less than, well, a truly “Wicked” threat won’t have a good ROI. I’d rather keep you all in one piece. Or… eh… maybe not all in one piece. I sorta like you guys as separate. But… that’s not something we need to worry about right now.
Still, the Manager is right… there’s some sorta cocktail getting passed around the Keys, and I can’t quite place it either. In the past, I’ve had some special immunity to the majority of Umbra’s tricks. I’m worried he’s developed the same immunity as me. Then again, it’s nothing anyone else has picked up on yet—and it only seems to be affecting the locals. It’s worth scrying for, but not with some stupid flames. I’ve given H.R. my old Tarot deck to play around with. If she can do it by flame, she can do it by card. I know she can.