The Fox, Red

087 - The Old Team

I do not doubt that these cultists, which I am now referring to because of their feverous appetite for their belief, would have information relating to other churches of theirs somewhere around this place. I do not doubt that they would keep in touch and share information concerning hunting me. If I'm honest, I'm surprised the turnout wasn't higher. Now, I can't go and start getting a big head.

Anne and I started looking through the papers that were stored away. We managed to find a big filing cabinet that housed some rather sensitive documents. I may have been pretty dead-on by referring to them as a cult. They are sapping their members of everything they can to keep themselves afloat. They're not dodging taxes either, which is weird but whatever. I am not shocked that they think of themselves as a non-profit.

Taxes and money aside, there is a lot of information here. They've been operating for quite a while at this location. They have when they were founded and which other location gave them their charter and the names of the folks who swore in their new members. They are weirdly organized for such a chaotic bunch. With this though, they have all their official communications logged. That's a starting point for trying to find out where they would have moved Madam Odette. I just need to figure out who they've been most friendly with.

"If I were a part of these groups, where would I move someone who is considered this important?" I mumble to myself as I look over the papers. They all just seem blank. Nothing sticks out until I reach a letter that was received over two years ago. The writer refers to the one in charge of this place as "brother" while the others refer to them by a title. Either they are family or they are very familiar with them. I look away at some of the others but my attention keeps being pulled back to this letter.

They have a proper header on it with a name and address. It's... Ick, it's something like 80 miles from here. I'm broke, I don't have access to my funds, That is going to take some time to get there. My concern must have shown. Anne pulled me away from my train of thought by poking me on the shoulder, "Are you OK, Red? You seem rather serious." I have to blink. I've been so focused on these papers that my eyes are starting to dry out. "I think I am. I may have found something but it's a distance away. I don't have access to my funds."

She pulled a black card from her pocket, "Madam Odette gave me access to her account in case something happened. Where do we need to go?" That woman just knows how to prepare for the unseen. I hate to use this limitless power but I have a feeling that Madam Odette will excuse it. I don't want to jump the gun and get rolling without making sure that this is the path to follow. No matter how much I try to ensure that I've covered everything, I keep coming back to this letter. As though something is pulling me towards it trying to answer my question. I doubt myself too much. I need to start trusting this gut feeling because it may have saved me some trouble a long while ago.

"Fuck it!" I slam the desk grabbing the letter. "Anne! We're heading out! Call us a ride!" She popped up with a grin, "Yes! Sir Red!" She's on that again. Referring to me as "Sir Red" even though it makes me feel uncomfortable. I'll have to address it later. Other things require our more immediate attention. The recovery and rescue of Madam Odette.

Anne uses their phone to call for a ride. Back on the street, it's obvious why this place doesn't attract much attention. It looks like a church that you would find in this area. They have high metal fencing but a large metal gate that opens to allow entry. The center of the compound was well hidden from the eyes of those on the street. That may explain why I was able to torch the entire center and no one batted an eye. It will probably be a long while before someone notices that they are missing. I'll have to deal with that when it comes around.

Our ride comes around the corner coming to a stop in front of us. The old, tattered raccoon rolls down the window to let us know, "This is a long ride! You'd better make sure you can pay up!" Anne takes charge of the conversation while I get the back door opened up, "We'll be fine. We just need to get to this address." She commandeered the letter to show him the heading. He scowled as he figured out the distance. "If you're serious, I'll get you there."