Computer Text

[evowhisperer]

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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[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

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.]

[Action]

[evowhisperer]

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.*