#ive had too much caffine today okay and not enough sleep

[agent-kentauris]

day 176

im going to be honest: ive done ZERO research as to whether any of these logs are ‘08 accurate (rome-accurate, for that matter). im suspecting no. but i dont have time to research ‘em right now, so, accept my ‘08-offending apologies for the moment, instead

Thursday

fuck this. fuck all of this. you know? she’s right. we should just call the cops

Um, of course I’m right, because that’s there job. And they can call in other people, right? Why not? Okay so if they can’t call the spies up then they should hire their own.

for the record i am officially against police spies just for the record

 Friday

Mmm…that was irresponsible. But what the hell. Happy two-week anniversary. We’ve got to get back to Rome before Rome falls apart without us. I think we’re, what? An hour away?

Okay, logs. Do them. My head is killing me.

I couldn’t take the city anymore, and surprise surprise, neither could Madison. So…we left. We meant to come back but damn did driving fast sure feel good. We’re in…Capua? Okay, we’re in Capua. Good to know. I…vaguely remember saything something about Shakespeare. Maybe that’s why. Had to get out of there. Had to get off the map. And it turns out they make really, really good wine here, too. I’m not entirely sure about that, actually. It might have been shit. My recall is limited. According to the logs from yesterday, there was some discussion about police spies? And Madison wrote in the logs. I remember we had a long discussion about treehouses. I think. Madison is anti-treehouse. I remember that distinctly.

How can someone be anti-treehouse? They’re amazing.

We gotta sit here until I’m sane enough to drive back. Madison’s gone out walking to get some coffee. Or cake. I honestly forget which one she said. Both are good. We’re gonna get looks from the people at the checkout desk. AAAAAAah my head hurts. Fuck everything.

 Saturday

Safehouse sweet safehouse. We took Marburg’s phone apart today. Took a while to figure out how to rip GPS data from it – took a long while before that to figure out if his phone would even have it. But it did. One small piece of luck. I taught Madison how to comb through it.  Here’s what we found – the man actually really does love gelato. So I was dead on about that. He also goes pretty frequently to a chain grocery store, and he has to pass a market to get there. Our dear poser elitist. He also goes to what Madison has informed me is a pretty upscale gay bar outside of Rome.

More relevant: right before he left for Genoa, he went to two very odd places.

One, a ruins outside of Carsulae – a ruin that is currently closed for renovations right now. Which, also according to Madison, is a thing that people do. Renovate ruins. Feels like something magical was lost from the universe.

Anyway, the second place is a warehouse in the Aprilla district, on the outskirts of Rome. That one’s odd because he had to go way out of his way to get there. I guess he could have been storing things that he wanted to bring with him, but I doubt it.

I’m gonna hit the warehouse before he comes back. He might be back already, but he might not be, so the sooner the better.