That Bone Might Whisper
26st of February 2007 A.D.
"Do you still have the body?" you ask quietly. "I think I can get something out of it."
"It's... inanimate," the agent sounds off carefully.
Well duh, you don't keep a Black Court vampire around even a fledgling, certainly not one that has the eye of something worse. I wonder if they think I'm some kind of necromancer? you think caught between amusement and concerned. Aloud you say: "That's alright, I don't even need all of it."
"We'll send a package."
That is how you end up meeting a very serious looking lady in an unmarked car in back in a Wendy's parking lot not two hours later. She hands you a phone with Leo on the other side. Part of you is disappointment that you didn't use a code words or something, but this does makes more sense. Still it's a little surreal that package in question comes wrapped in brown paper, a human leg bone cleaned of flesh during some kind of autopsy or maybe a dissection. It wasn't exactly human when the Library got to it after all, though you do hope they gave the rest of this poor person a proper burial.
For effect you close your eyes, feigning a light trance.
"What are the plans of the those that benefited from this corpse being used to infiltrate government system"
Lost 1 Essence -> Now at 17/18
Blue is the ocean and blue and white the ship upon it, save for the towers and the cranes and nets that sift though sands like fingers, seeking a treasure brighter and older than the stars above:
"To deny the Father of Victories the prize the Kingfisher seeks in in icy northern waters, to claim it in their turn."
There's no need to feign the start as you wake from your trance.
What did you find Old Man, what do you seek? And why do They know you seek it?
The agent who had delivered the bone, they must have flown it in you realize, holds on the the air of cool professionalism that the Library seems to hand out with the white socks pressed pants and polished shoes. "Pass on any information you may have by the usual channels, it is best that we do not spread
certain information around."
"Thank you agent..." you trail off realizing you did not have her name. It kind of feels like when someone hands you a human bone you should be on at least a first name basis.
"Hale." She doesn't agree
Either way you part with a smile and turn back to the phone, asking for access to the server this time. Unfortunately this is where things get complicated.
"The servers were situated in Fort George Mead in Marryland at NSA headquarters, physical access to them requires security clearance that you do not posess Ms Carpenter." He stops for a moment to think than explains his boss will call you back.
That is when you get back to Von Trier who is a good bit less tentative about the whole thing. "I can either make up a paper trail that says you are some sort of young computational expert... ah, programmer, still don't like that word, or I can just tell you where the servers are. If you take the latter option I cannot guarantee extraction, but I do not imagine that will be much of a problem."
On the one hand you appreciate the trust, on the other hand you're not sure how much of it you can reciprocate, how much to tell them about Monoc's interest in 'antiquities'? Do I trust the Library not just with magic but with
old magic? For all they sometimes do things their own way to keep politicians from overturning the proverbial apple cart they still answer to the government.
How do you visit the NSA?
[] Go openly
[] Sneak in
How much do you tell Von Trier of what you learned
[] Nothing, obfuscate (Manipulation Subterfuge, Opposed)
[] Tell them their guess was wrong, the entity wasn't trying to cause a diplomatic incident, it was wroking against Monoc Securities who are themselves seeking an ancient magical treasure. Where poking Gard comes in you are not yet sure
[] Write in
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