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Cold:Session/7 Floating Bubbles of Chunky Vomit

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Christmas at Immaculate Conception Station

🗽 Quinn: It wasn't a conscious thought, but as I stepped foot on the station it hit me. I never thought I'd come to this station as a passenger. I only ever thought I'd come for war...in a way, I guess I have. I have a mission, but it isn't the kind of thing I really envisioned myself doing. I became Mommy's Little Assassin in such a subtle journey that I never saw it coming.

I can only hope that it isn't a path I can never escape from.

💳 Ciarán Oh boy, it's Christmas all over. While it's good profits for most industries, in ours, it's not so much. People find remorse this season. Oh well, it's only a couple of months before they return to their wicked ways. I check in with my distant colleagues at the Jesuit temple on station (no one I knew from Loyola is there, which is no surprise). I ask about "Cardinal Camerlengo" and I get strange reactions. They tell me it's the name of a seat, not a person. One Valfredo Talone, a bull-dog of a man, has the position now. Most don't seem to like him very much.

While checking out other parts of the base, I see "Hamm" almost get syringed and abducted by a couple of men. I was able to intervene in time -- barely -- to stop it, but we weren't able to catch up with the men who attempted it.

Meet with Secretary Poggio Bracchiolini in his office at The Institute for Works of Religion (Vatican bank)

💳 Ciarán I help everyone engineer reasons to get into the controlled part of the Vatican station. Louis and John go in as a pair, Quinn and I go in as another. We each have our own business, but are seen together into Bracchiolini's suite.

🗽 Quinn: I...may...have...acted...rashly...

My target was our contact, and in our first meeting with him, I had thought he was done with us, completely forgetting that we needed to get information from him after doing a job for him. My mind was entirely focused on the fact that he had information on my father's death. Initially, I had meant to just get the information from him, figuring that we were ostensibly allies and he'd be honest. He deflected every question, and never seemed to understand who I was...or maybe he did, I don't know. Next thing I remember, the letter opener was in his eye, and my mind was working on how to cause the bathroom facilities to explode while making it look like an accident.

After the...bathroom accident, it took only a little of the CIA pharmacology to get us all vomitting, cementing the accident like nature of it all. We got away with it, but I feel like my lack of focus could have doomed us all. I need to be careful, these people are my allies right now, but I can't forget that they all have their own motives, just as I do.

💳 Ciarán I have no idea why Quinn did what they did, but it's not good. I urge John to find some way to help us sell our cover stories, and he comes up with a violent expectorant for us all. It works. Louis engineered it to look like a station accident with the toilets. I am not very happy with what happened here, especially since my name and reputation are so strongly attached to the visit. But, the Swiss Guard seem content with our interviews after the fact.

(Arabella Sardi reporter revelations.)

🎲 DM Morse code note from the Walezi to Poggio.

Ham was sloppy on his last job. Do not tell him about Jill Kampf. Have him terminate the reporter Arabella Sardi. We will move him up if Ham is efficient and tell him about Jill.

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