A Liberator Tale
On the Great Salt Plain, a storm raged. Three women huddled in a tent made for two. One wore the national costume of the USA: jeans and a t-shirt. Another wore a flowing linen robe with no bindings or belt. The third wore leather and was festooned with tattoos, scars and piercings, like an industrial accident victim who opted not to have the shrapnel removed.
“You owe me for putting up with this, Hart,” said Magi Celest, pulling her robe out from under the other woman’s shoe.
Hart scowled. “I didn’t create this surprise storm.”
“No,” said the one in leather. “But you and yours insisted we meet in this godforsaken magickless hell.”
Hart sighed. “The Disciples of Cain have survived for millennia by paranoia. You want to have a secret meeting? Salt suppresses all magick. There aren’t many places in the world where we can be sure the Keepers aren’t spying. But I don’t expect a freak like you to understand operational security, Bambi.”
“Bambi” growled. “My name is Bambrick. And I’m sick of your paranoia. The Schism is just as hunted as you, but we don’t hide like cockroaches!”
“Stop!” Celest rubbed her temples. “Let’s try to stay civil. We all want to leave. But we Toltecs have a saying: ‘There’s no use shouting at salt.’ It’s supposed to be a metaphor, but today, it’s exactly right. The storm may not pass all night. We can’t walk out of here until then. So in the meantime, why don’t we take advantage of the time to go back over our agreement and make sure we didn’t miss anything.”
Bambrick replied, “Oh, I suppose. If nothing else, it’ll help me personally commit to memory where all these safe houses are located. Might need one someday.”
Hart nodded. “Someday soon, yes. But some other day, I promise, Cain will lead us to break those Keeper bastards.”
Bambrick smirked. Celest rolled her eyes. Before Bambrick could say something inflammatory, Celest jumped in. “Right. Well, until he does, let’s just focus on this…”
The three Magi turned their attention to the map they had drawn earlier.
— Transcribed by Stephen “Archivist Lond” Loftus-Mercer
Editor’s note: Please confirm to Arx Novum R&D that the new monitoring device works. Targets were entirely unaware of the infiltration. Device correctly recognized that it could not transmit, logged the conversation, and later transmitted the records when targets exited the Salt Plains area. Our compliments to the researchers.