Kirrily’s money laundromat has no physical location, but her penthouse does. They case it for hours before deciding it’s empty. Tach does unspeakable things to the lock.
Inside it’s messily well-appointed, with a distinct shortage of blueprints marked “Screw Over Tach and Ashlock, Start Here.” Tach peels a banana and starts gingerly sorting her trash; Ashlock looks for the office.
There’s a desktop PC in there, retro relic, a beautiful beige box with a bulbous VGA monitor. Ashlock strokes it admiringly, then tries the keyboard. One of its little legs collapses. She flips it over.
“Adélie,” says the note stickied underneath.