The letter opens wider in Dallas Fontaine's hands, and the park goes still. Rain beads on the paper, then the printed maintenance stamp blurs into a grid of timing marks, too neat to be a repair record.
Dallas Fontaine
The stamp is a tracking code.
The Courier
It is not maintenance. It pings the hallway cameras in real time.
The courier's face hardens, tired and grim, as if he hates saying it out loud. The dead lantern glow catches wet scraps of the earlier page at Dallas's feet, and the broken wax seal lies in the grass like a snapped witness.
The Courier
Every stop, every turn, every minute you spent in that hotel, somebody was watching a live feed.
Elena Vane stays tense at Dallas's side, eyes moving from the ruined letter to the dark trees, as the meaning lands hard. The conspiracy was not guessing his route, it was following it step by step.
Across the wet grass, the innocuous stamp now looks like a brand. Not service. Surveillance. And somewhere above the chain, a higher official is sitting on the feed.
✓ Quest Accepted
Expose the higher official behind the live feed
✓ Quest Accepted
Get Dallas and Elena out of the park
“Grab Elena and move toward the park exit before we are spotted.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Agility, rolled -1)