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Adventure of Dallas Fontaine 2
Dallas Fontaine

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Dallas Fontaine

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A Payment and a PartnershipSalt-crusted diner
A Payment and a Partnership

Jackson slides into the booth, rainwater still clinging to his coat. The diner hums low around them, all steam, silverware, and tired afternoon light.

Dallas lays the badge and ledger sleeve on the table. The scuffed stamp catches the light, and Jackson’s eyes go straight to it.

Dallas Fontaine

Dallas Fontaine

The good thing is, I do not work for Harbor Unit. As a contractor, they pay me my rate. And since I could not do this without you here, you get this.

Dallas slides the envelope of cash across the vinyl. The bills settle between them with a soft, heavy thump.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

Five thousand. He means it.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

You always know how to make a man feel appreciated, Dallas.

Jackson folds the envelope into his palm, then looks from Dallas to the ledger sleeve like he is weighing more than money.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

We are still employed, then. Until we catch this mole.

A waitress passes with two coffees, and the moment loosens a little. Outside, the rain keeps talking against the window, giving them a brief, private pause.

✓ Quest Accepted

Cement trust with Jackson Temple

Alright kimosabe what do you make of this? I slide him the ledger.

SUCCESS (Legendary Reasoning, rolled +0)

Dallas nudges the ledger across the table, stopping it beside Jackson’s coffee. The sleeve lies open between them like a fresh wound in the afternoon light.

Dallas Fontaine

Dallas Fontaine

Alright, kimosabe. What do you make of this?

Jackson draws the ledger closer, but he does not pick it up right away. His thumb hovers over the handler stamp, then settles beside it.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

I make that someone was careful, and still left us a trail.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

The clerk signature is the real seam here, not the badge.

He flips the sleeve once, exposing the route slip edge and the scuffed stamp together, as if matching two halves of the same story.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

This does not read like a dead end. It reads like an office node, one person moving names for somebody higher up.

Jackson slides the ledger back toward Dallas, then leaves one hand on the table, open and steady.

Jackson Temple

Jackson Temple

If you are asking whether I am in, I am in. Tell me where you want to hit first.

Quest Complete

Cement trust with Jackson Temple

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