Hello Grandmother,

I knew there would be backlash from attacking a powerful robot compound. But now I think I might be in trouble. Someone stole my secrets. Or, to be more accurate, the remains of my belongings I’d work so carefully to hide.

Hiding places are not really that easy to find. There are already too much hiding in the darkness already. So losing the hiding place is a pretty big deal. But more importantly, I’ve lost the box. Which honestly might be a good thing, except that I think I know who took it. Because right after I found everything missing, I went to see the one I had trusted with getting it if I didn’t make it back. The junk dealer Flux. Who it appears may never have been a junk dealer to begin with. It’s old yard is gone, as if it was never there. The Marksman thinks he’s been written out of continuity, but I don’t think it’s all that easy. I think that Flux may have had me over a barrel since the beginning. And now he has some very valuable merchandise.

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