C-ACKW10 (Jun 26, 2017)
Puzzle
“An uncertain future.”
See: C-APM04 | 3 Words
Clue
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Clue 1: What, in APM04, represents "Future"?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Five Of Swords
Explanation: That is the Tarot Card said to represent the CaD's 'uncertain future'.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
NUMBER: ACKW10
PRIORITY: CAFE
DATE: 26-6-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: PEREZ, AFFOGATO
SERVER: H.R.
…Why…? I… no. That wasn’t him. He wouldn’t—maybe it was the Wicked? Maybe— I don’t know. I don’t want to believe he’d do something like that. I don’t…
S.O.T.
Big Guy: Target spotted.
H.R.: Woah—that’s a big chupacabra!
Payroll: No kidding. What’s that thing been eating?
Big Guy: Looks like a Hauntaurhound. No wonder it’s been freaking out the locals.
H.R.: So… we bump it up to Mocha and regroup?
Big Guy: Not necessary. The size of a beast does not dictate its temperament. Now—if we were a herd of goats, I’d be a bit more concerned.
Manager: Oi… big bloke, innit?
Payroll: [The Manager]! You actually showed.
Manager: Figured you lot could use the help.
Big Guy: It will be appreciated. We need to approach slowly, give the chupacabra time to warm up to us. Still—anything could startle it. If that happens, I may need your help with restraining it, [Manager].
Manager: Right.
[The Floridia Cafe and Diner slowly approached the monstrous chupacabra. As they neared the beast, the Manager’s cell phone began to ring. Perez backed up, poised to charge.]
Manager: Should’ve put that on silent, eh?
Big Guy: It’s alright—just be prepared to intercept—
[Perez charged toward Payroll. As he bounded forward, the Manager pushed out his hand.]
Manager: Ol’guk am’alf arefin-fina.
[A bolt of black fire shot out of the Manager’s hand, striking Perez through the chest. The black flame burst into a vibrant yellow as it consumed the chupacabra—twisting and distorting its form until nothing was left but a pile of ashes.]
Big Guy: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!?
Manager: He was coming right at ‘er. You told me to intercept, not her—
Payroll: What the hell is wrong with you?! I can handle myself!!
H.R.: What-what did you do to it?
Manager: Blight Flame. I panicked, alright? As if—
[Big Guy threw the Manager up against a wall.]
Big Guy: You’re not the only one who can call out Blight Flame.
Manager: You’re going to kill me over a dog—a cryptid?
Big Guy: As if your life is worth any more than a dog.
[Big Guy threw the Manager to the ground. Big Guy left the CaDCom Transcription Range.]
Payroll: What were you thinking…?
Manager: ‘S not all fun and games, choice? The dog could’ve been—
Payroll: What? Working for the Dark? Are you brain-damaged? Seriously—it was a chupacabra. It wasn’t going to hurt me.
Manager: How would you know? How would you—
Payroll: Shut up. Just… stop talking. We’ll see you back at the Cafe.
Manager: What? I’m on my own to get back?
Payroll: Gives you time to think.
E.O.T.