Dear Sigmund,
I found Blackout in the damnest place. Living and operating in The Bronx. For someone who loved her solitude and peace, she picked a hell of a place for that.
She tried her trick on me, but when I showed her my necklace, she accused me of cheating. Intelligence is not cheating.
We grill cheesed it at a diner two blocks from here. Asked if she was in contact with the whole team still.
She confirmed a few of their situations, except for Sphinx, who is in Minneapolis. She showed me his feed from a few days ago. Now sure how he's blended in, considering his girth,probably a deal with Fishlegs. If they knew what he was, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I really don't want to go there, all things considered.
Will head there tomorrow, then to Fenex.
-S. Freedman