A letter waiting in Holy Flame City

Hello my friend,

I hope this little report on my latest exploits finds you in good health – in any case I am available for that little scheme of yours. But first let me tell you about my last three months.

After the little ruckus in Memphis I accompanied the young benefactor to Refugium, partly out of curiosity, partly because I had the feeling that a sound profit could be had – if not now, then maybe in a few years’ time. We were still after those high-end assassins who impersonated benefactors, and one of their tracks led to the very edge of the Appalachians.

Refugium is much less impressive than it’s portrayal in the stories. It’s basically a big book dump in an old federal prison, tended by some forty hermits – although I must admit that their leader Ling is maybe the sharpest guy I have ever met. Some good trade may be had, but don’t hope for cheap discounts – the “monks” are very good traders.

We did these monks a few favors of a violent nature, and in the course of these actions we found out that one of these assassins (although not the one we hunted) had made himself king of a local tribe. While he was not willing to meet us in person – and I would never walk willingly into his camp – the old silvertongue works well enough via radio and he spilled a few secrets, stuff not fit for paper. We’ll meet soon enough; I’ll get you up to speed then.

One thing I can tell you, because LAW knows of this, and thus we can be sure it will become common knowledge before the month is over. The assassin was originally after a secret facility from the Long Ago, hidden deep in a train tunnel. This info was kept safe (but indecipherable) to Refugium’s keepers, and our assassin hadn’t found a way to steal this secret, and thus just became a Hanhan warchief instead. After some to and fro (and there might have been some threats), the monks shared this knowledge with the young benefactor, and using some gadget from the assassin’s gear, we were able to pinpoint the position. And some good scav was found. The monks from Refugium and the benefactors are set to make a deal to share the facility as a safehouse and laboratory – the Institute might not be as safe as it was, and thus the benefactors seem to be looking for alternatives, while the monks are probably happy for the top notch health care they will be getting. Regrettably, the lawlita in our group probably reported this news to the tribunal as soon as he found a working radio (anything for a shot at getting his tattoo) so the secret is out.

In any case: While I didn’t exactly make a fortune, I came away with a “palpable plus” as your fetid partner used to say. I’ll be back in Holy Flame at the end of the month – I had my fill of all things LAW, and thus meeting up in Memphis is out of the question. Anyway: After a few months with a constantly doped-up benefactor, his sidekick “the weird kid” and a self-righteous, bullheaded glory seeker from Memphis, it will be a joy to work with professionals again.

best regards & keep your powder dry

MP