C-TNT07 (Nov 10, 1988)

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C-TNT07

Puzzle

"Shaka, Dingane, Luthuli, etc."
Research | 1 Word

Clue

Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: They all share a common thread.
Clue 2: Z is for...

Answer and Explanation

Answer: Zulu
Explanation: These are all famous Zulu people.



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Summary of Receipt

Summary

Transcript

CAFE RECEIPT
RECEIPT NUMBER: TNT07
RECEIPT DATE: 11 10 1988
MANAGER TITLE: TRUSTED ASSOCIATE
RECEIPT NOTES:

You’d think the Nameless Thing’s absence would be a relief, wouldn’t you? But the truth, as always, is messier. We’ve all been feeling it, even if no one says it outright. La dame has been staying up later and later, her music growing louder and louder, as if trying to drown out thoughts she’d rather not entertain. Mon nouvel ami has buried himself deeper into his office, barely seeing the light of day—or the light of his love. And Eight? He seems lost in thoughts far removed from what happened in Berkeley. And me? I’m left trying to make sense of what comes next.

The Indigos are watching us closely now. Too closely. Even if they’ve agreed to “back off,” I wouldn’t sip that coffee for a second. Their slaughter of the Nameless Thing wasn’t just a mission—it was a declaration. A reminder of their power, their control over the Otherside and beyond. A warning to us. To la dame, especially.

As for how the Agency plans to shut us down—I know all too well, eh? They’ll send in their “fixers,” the ones trained to stop any would-be cult before it spreads. Not that we’re a cult, of course. But by the stricter legal definitions? We do have a Prince of Hell among us, and we are actively recruiting.

It won’t be long before the Zulus arrive. I’m not sure what they’ll do to the rest of you, but me? I know exactly what they have planned. And that’s a horrible, horrible secret.

But for now? We keep going.

We must. The coffee will burn or boil over otherwise. Still… I’m cautiously optimistic. Perhaps the Zulus—led by the very man who, I’m told, built our Cafe—might have a soft spot for coffee after all.