I’ll risk it. Nothing is without risk. They cannot simply locate me with a spell, or would have me already. They may have detectors for category 1 people. But I doubt it. They couldn’t find monsters of higher categories without specialised machinery and operators. So here I am with spray paint on my conjured clothing and the parts of my face the face masks this guy is storing in his attic don’t cover. I know wearing somebody else’s used N95-mask is a little disgusting, but I have let the magic embodiment of corruption into my soul, if the instructor on the DVD is to be believed. So I am happily cycling to the railway station, hoping to get a little dirt and rainwater on my outfit.
My problem is not blocking facial recognition. If that were the issue I’d just purchase a fully enclosed biker helmet. No, I need to do so in an unconspicious manner. A workman stinking of paint should do the job. I am unlikely to woo my future wife that way, but that is not the issue today.
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HQ of the Network
Director Paula Dirksen and Senior Researcher Ernst Seitenhuber are in a conference room.
PD: We’ve bought her a brandnew BMW. You are going to pay for that.
ES: Yes, director.
PD: We’ve ordered new doors for the room. You are going to pay for that.
If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.
ES: Yes, director.
PD: Strictly speaking you didn’t smash the windows. We ordered new windows for the whole wing anyway. You are going to pay for that.
ES: Yes, director.
PD: Now that is clear, tell me why did you not come to me?
ES: You already know.
PD: I need to hear it from you.
ES: Because you would have said no.
PD: Right. What did you have in hand.?
ES: He did not die like the report said. That little piece of shit killed them.
PD: With a category-1 backup weapon?
ES: At least von Bülow.
PD: Did it ever occur that he maybe dragged him there to loot him because maybe the blast that cracked your crystals cleared the ground? Or that the mysterious vial does indicate that somebody else was there?
ES: I had to confront him.
PD: Rademacher was your friend. Tell me, why did you personally go?
ES: I owed it to him.
PD: Because I would have just ignored you?
ES: …. no. You would have told me to keep investigating. But …
PD: But he could have fallen only to a traitor and he was your friend?
ES: …. yes. What would you have done?
PD: Sent him a letter asking him for more information to see what his handlers do
ES: The vial is not conclusive.
PD: Come on. This guy played James Bond against you. He has helpers.
ES: Are you just letting him go?
PD: No. He looted our people and we need to know his handlers. We’ll have the police look for him.
ES: Good.
PD: You, however, deserve some punishment. We need somebody to teach „magic theory 101“
ES: OK.
PD: You’ll also teach „introduction to alchemy“
ES: please not that
PD: You left a shitfest on my desk.
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This is boring. I need to try out what happens if I try to teleport up into a dark sky.