[h1][color=slategray]Kantus[/color], [color=crimson]Dane Parish[/color], and [color=plum]Lillian Gerald[/color][/h1]
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[indent][b][i]November 19, 1:45 AM
West Commons, Kantus' Clinic[/i][/b][/indent]
Kantus stepped back into the room through the corner door, happening upon Dane still seated and still, and Lillian sitting on the tray, head sunk. Both of them looked as though they’d been recovering from fits of crying. Kantus didn’t comment on the scene. He merely approached Dane and picked up another needle.

[color=slategray]“Are you ready to answer my questions now?”[/color]

Dane let out a few more low, drawn out breaths before he slowly replied, [color=crimson]“Check… check the [i]bloody, fuckin’[/i]… the hat…”[/color]

Kantus turned his head towards the hat, still lying on the tray with the feather on top of it. He set the needle aside, as well as the feather, and picked up the hat. He turned it over and examined the underside of the crown. There was pouch tucked within the crease. He reached inside and poked his finger through it, pulling out a small, folded parchment. He set the hat back down and unfolded the paper, revealing an officiated map of Europe that had been covered in red lines and marks, haphazardly scattered in random areas of the continent. On the back were rows and columns of jumbled letters and diagrams.

[color=slategray]“Encrypted.”[/color] Kantus said, looking back at Dane. He folded the parchment back up and tucked it into his coat. He stood there and just… [i]stared[/i] at the man. He got what he wanted. Rather easily, at that. There was no need for this Fifty-Eighter anymore.

[color=slategray]“Leave us.”[/color] Kantus said to Lillian, [color=slategray]“You shouldn’t see what comes next.”[/color]