>>5408225 “Anyways,” She continues, “Law enforcement was useless, as expected–when I inquired into how they planned to investigate what had occurred they told me to, and I quote: ‘take your meds, sperg’.”
“Fucking assholes…” Growls Art as he puts a protective arm around Syb’s shoulders, “If I was there-”
“No need, Artie,” The Goth interrupts in a matter-of-fact tone, “I forwarded their badge numbers and info to a source of mine–by now they’re probably being investigated by internal affairs for a few choice items found on their work accounts… or Homeland Security.”
“Err, <span class="mu-i">source?</span>” Asks Talbot with growing concern, “Who?”
“You’re better off not knowing.” Sybil replies, waving the question away with her hand as Art sits mortified next to her. “In any case, the whole thing’s a circus, so I donned the proverbial ‘<span class="mu-i">Ringleader’s Hat</span>’ and looked into things myself.”
And that’s what all this is, huh? Looking over the placemat a few more times, it dawns on you that you have no clue what the hell it says. Is… is this <span class="mu-i">English?</span>
“A cipher I created the other day.” The Goth says with a dismissive shrug. “Please try to follow along. By isolating the three main players in the conspiracy: <span class="mu-r">SONNY BRUCKMANN JR, CURT BLACQUIERE,</span> and <span class="mu-r">BORIS PONDEROSA-”
BORIS!</span>
Realizing that you just stood up and shook your fist in anger at a family restaurant, you bashfully return to your seat and lower your hand. Sorry, force of habit.
“... I tracked down a few promising leads.” Concludes Sybil. “Unfortunately Boris w-”
<span class="mu-r">BORIS!</span>
“... was working on his own, for the most part, and <span class="mu-r">SONNY’S</span> associates, namely financiers, suppliers, big names, are out of our reach for now-”
Before you can ask, Art mouths the words ‘<span class="mu-i">BIG. NAMES.</span>’
>CONTD. 