Black Badger

I said I'd check my schedule and get back to them.

I reviewed the backlog of messages and tidied up my surroundings. There were packages and contacts from each of the two elders. I didn't remember giving them my address or contact info.

Of course, it was pointless to ask how they had found out.

Eric Airheart had sent a box of cigars, just as he'd mentioned.

The moment I smelled them, I knew they were high-end cigars. It made sense, of course.

There was also a note written in elegant handwriting.

[Looking forward to working with you, Prometheus.]

I set the note aside and checked the message from Yekaterina.

It came from a restricted number, but I knew it was her right away.