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To: Jonas Valkanov <jvalkanov@podenart.org>
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Subject: Exhibit Hunting. Out of Office.
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Hello Jonas,

I'm going to follow a few leads for additions to the new Anomalies Exhibit. I'll be out of the office for the next month, at minimum.

 
Thank you,

Thomas Roxwell
Executive Curator
Poden Museum of Art and Technology
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	Thomas stood away from his desk and strolled outside, lighting a cigarette along the way—with business taken care of, he could afford to dedicate his full attention to new pieces that he could acquire for Poden's developing anomaly showcase. Shortly after leaving the museum, his phone vibrated in his coat pocket. He took a quick moment to glance across the details of the notice; it appeared that his contact had managed to track down several rare pieces for the collection—most prominently, a new kind of anomaly enhancer being distributed across underground circles.
[i][color=F1D592]An excellent find indeed.[/color][/i]

	This contact had always managed to be reliable for Thomas; they were called Pac Man, the only person able to chew through anything and everything to find you the data you want online. Or, at least so they say. While the thought of a nigh-unstoppable digital force named after a sixty year old video game bemused him, some of the lengths he had seen people go to hide information made him doubt the apparent omniscience they seemed to possess. There would eventually come a day when this person would run out of tricks and Thomas could move to the next virtual savant. But still, when it came to hunting down the data he wanted, he had yet to see the horizon of Pac Man's limit.

	Briefcase in hand, Thomas made his way downtown through the Governing District and offered his customary pause in front of the statue of President Gerald Wright to pay respect to another victim of Equinox. While there were other high-profile deaths, the statue stood as a grim reminder of the still-raw wounds of the recovering nation. Once the moment passed, he stepped across the district line into Downtown Vorpool and entered the all-too-familiar West Star Casino. Sauntering past two muscle-bound behemoths patrolling the floor, Thomas approached the private poker rooms and set his briefcase on the floor next to him, lighting a fresh cigarette before sitting down.
[color=F1D592]"I do hope my tardiness hasn't interrupted today's proceedings."[/color]