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Quixote sighs, and turns away from Gil. “Well then, if he’s at a loss for words, let’s talk business. I want you to investigate a company for me, known as Coral Pharmaceuticals. You know, that one large glbum building near that polluted stream? Now, you can decide how you want to get in. You could break in, get a job, whatever. All that matters is that you find connections to the Illuminati there. For tonight, I’ve arranged lodging. Wait, give me a second…”

He fishes out pile of business cards from his pocket, and hands them out.

“Address for Distraught Headquarters. You’ll need these cards to be allowed in. If that’s all squared away, I’ll take my leave now, and you can crash here tonight. Do not go home to your families or friends, and make sure not to contact them in any way. If you do, you’ll most definitely regret it.”

Looking down at the cards, two things catch your eyes: the small, modest Distraught icon, and the rather flashy golden sticker marked “Quixote.”

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Quixote grins. “That’s my logo. Show it to anyone who’s with you guys, and they’ll know you’re with me. Same goes with the Distraught logo. Both of those stickers can be peeled right off, but they’re gonna lose their stickiness. You know how it is with stickers.”

He fishes around in his pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes who’s brand you don’t know, plucks out one, and places the box pack in his pocket.

“Before I go, anyone got a light?”