A letter has been found in the home of Amelia Brimagem. The envelope is addressed…
My Best Intrepid Reporter,
The contents are torn, but continue…
See Doll, Zong and Blessing have a thing. A science thing. Its a protection thing. Not like the other protection thing. The one that Renshaw has going. Not like that asylum woman sniffing the Archorators hands. Freaky buttons. No: a real protection thing.
You know some people are disposable. Here one minute and – well you know about disappearing. Zong and Blessing have this thing. A way to be visible until the very end. See, the way I heard it was Zong has a formula and he forgot one half of the formula. Vamooshed. Vanished. But, heres the thing. He puts the half he forgot into Blessings noggin. Zong likes his insurance. Yo see where I’m going.
So Zong and Blessing both have half the notion for the hottest bughouse hop. Mezz that makes a whack of smelling colour, hearing light and tasting with your fingertips. You know what I’m sayin’. A notion for brewin’ something new for hopheads.
Now Tobias wants a cut of that. The Archorator expects a cut of that. Everybody wants a cut of that. Nobody gets a thing Without Zong and Blessing. Whoever wants: needs both of them. They are the Scientists.
Word from the wise: Zong and Blessed are boiling no cabbages together. You know what I’m saying? I don’t know beans about ships but I know there ain’t no jellyroll jiggin’ on Directorate Shippin’. Zong and Blessing do not sing the same jazz. The do the same science and everybody else needs them both. If one of them goes then both of them can go. They both like their insurance.
Which is why I say be careful. That Asylum Woman and Renshaw have both been sniffing around. Snortin’ at me like snuff and bloodhounds. If you get the drift. Maybe they know Zong had me Reoriented a little bit. About the same time as Blessing. You know what I mean: Zong had a science thing for girls some time back. Put a load in the cackle factory. Used to have some mollies he called “the notebooks”.
I know zip about names though. He used a crystal machine to change the way reorientation works. Leastways that is what this gal with a purple hand says. I know. You, lil lady, have got to be ultra careful around Zong. Blessing too. He had me reorientated good. He would do more than the same to you. Sinister: you can deal with her later.
The right person says the right word to me: hotcha Ya gotcha a notion about that bughouse hop and a whole load of other things. I’m a regular phonograph when I joyride. I think you know the word.So. The Blue Angel. Be there. But button your gabber. If Zong is there I am going to be scarce. If Blessing is there Zong has tired of his lab mate and I get Reorientated again. So, your safe crackin’ will have to start all over again. If Renshaw is there – well he might want to what I know. Hell. They all want what is inside my brain box. Renshaw, Archorator – even you Reformatory Haunters. I may not be the only walking lockbox. But I might be.
So keep an eye out for my shining shoes. Say the word. I’ll shoot the works.
