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Good afternoon, numbered-network viewers. I'm writing this time with a solemn job request.

My brother has gone missing. He was travelling abroad when this happened, and the local investigation is coming up with nothing. If there is anyone here who has an ability or talent that could help locate him, please contact me privately through my number. There is a reward out for anyone who can provide information that leads to finding him.

Thank you for your time.

PRIVATE TO

formermagicalgirl (backdated to just before all this started going down):

I understand that you're the one I need to contact for copies of those hacked ThunderCorp emails. Do you still have them?

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Yes, I understand.

*He slides the file across the table to L, but doesn't usher him to open it. Instead, he simply takes another, longer drink from his coffee, and then lowers the cup.*

*If he looks like he's going to look through the file, he'll simply wait for him to finish. If not, Cesar will fill the silence with another question, but only once L's choice is clear.*

[L accepts the file, careful to keep his sleeves down around the heels of his hands. He handles it delicately, only using his thumbs and forefingers; they look like the only fingers he can use, judging by the stiff, atrophied way his other fingers just don't follow suit.

He glances through the contents, taking in the names, locations, dates and numbers compiled there.

Then he finishes his coffee paste.]

This will be enough to go on, for now. I see you've included your contact information... I'll let you know once I find out if I speak Greek. I can't go there, obviously, but I can establish contacts.

*Cesar's eyes follow his hands while he browses. What's wrong with them? Is it fixable? There may be google searches on this in his future. He sips his coffee while he waits.*

Please do. *Then, a bit more slowly,* I will see if I have any digital copies of books that might be useful to you. May I have your email, in case I find them?

*And this time that question isn't a fish for information, but really just a way to get them to him. He's still not very confident in this youth's people-finding abilities, but it's more of a lead than he's had so far, and if an echo triggering is possible, then he has to try.*

[Google will bring up some interesting stuff if Cesar's descriptive enough. Ultimately, that flexor tendons are what controls those movements and that they fail when they're damaged badly. Deep cuts in the wrists and forearms can do this.]

My email...

[He grasps his pen in a way that looks awkward and painful, scrawling an email address on a napkin and sliding it across to Cesar. Though his handwriting is poor, it's not illegible, and it reads:

throwawaybishop@goodmail.com]

Please indicate clearly in the subject line who you are, and what you're contacting me in regards to.

*Cesar takes the napkin, studies it to make sure it's legible, and then pockets it.*

Thank you. You'll recognize me by the name I'll put in the subject.

*He looks down at the file, and then back at L: They're near the end of how much they can get from each other in this meeting, and he wants to wrap up loose ends.*

I'll be in touch. Is there any way besides email that I can get in contact with you? And do you have any more questions you need to ask?

Yeah.

[He grabs for the napkin again; if he feels annoyed or inconvenienced by having to write again, he does a pretty good job of concealing it.

xxx-xxx-xxxx is the number.]

I think that's enough for now. I've got some of my own research to do... I'm dropping by the college book store on the way home to pick up a Greek textbook.

[You know, no big deal, dropping $80 on a hunch.]

Thank you again. *Again, he glances at the number and tucks it somewhere safe. Then he stands, not reaching for the file.*

I hope your studies are productive, then. *It's a lot of money, but Cesar is unbothered: L isn't the first one to invest in quests for knowledge, and science has unforgiving price tags.*

*Cesar stands, taking his coffee with and leaving the file with Lazarus.*

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