So what brought you here, Rick? Business as usual, or maybe...?
The former, I'm afraid. And I think you know what it is.
Yeah, I thought so. Come on in, we'll discuss it over a cup of-
Antigone went quiet as she opened up the door.. Apparently there was a maid cleaning up...but this late?
...A little late for room service, isn't it?
Ah! S, sorry! I was just finishing up, I'll leave you two alone now!
Just before taking off, the maid made a gesture at Antigone...one I'd recognize anywhere.
...One of yours?
Yeah. As you probably noticed, I had her sweep for bugs while we were out...
Schneider was right, I see.
Let's hear it.
Long story short, the bakemeat was destroyed by outside interference. And not just some lucky idiot, either; this guy's out to get us. I've managed to dig up some dirt on him, though. Put on your mask.
As I did so, Antigone put on her own.
Transfer, Rosethorn, mouse.
A dossier of one Clint Rogers appeared on my interface. Looked to be some sort of private eye trying to get dirt on us.
Dangerous way to make a name for yourself, if you ask me. He's still in Poketopia, right? I have a feeling he's going to meet an...unfortunate accident before he leaves.
Don't.
Why?
We need Rogers alive. Take a look at his past clients.
I brought up the list she mentioned, and understood why...his most recent client was Andrew Matthias, a very well-known alias amongst the Prosopida brass.
Matthias...you don't really think it's You-know-who, do you, Antigone?
It could just be a coincidence, but...well, you know what Schneider always says.