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Katariki smiles. "You see, I knew you'd find a way to be useful."

The museum is relatively small, and has no system of defense against supernatural or high-tech intrusion. Its owners most likely have no idea that it holds an artifact of such potency. Fortunately, the manager is present. By identifying yourself, you are swiftly able to gain a meeting with him. Katariki, you note, chooses to remain anonymous.

You describe the item that interests you. "It's an eighth-century flask, almost wholly intact. I'd be very interested in purchasing it from the museum. I might even allow it to remain here on loan—provided I can remove it for a short while, first."

The museum's manager, a little man with several strands of thin hair combed over the top of his head, nods. "Yes, I know the piece. Out of curiosity, how much were you thinking of—"

"Might we examine the piece first?" asks Katariki. "That seems like a natural step, before we get down to the haggling."

The manager seems surprised by Katariki's frankness. But he nods and says, "Yes. Of course."

He leads the two of you to the room that houses the flask. "It's right over…" he says. But his sentence trails off when he sees the pertinent cabinet.

The flask is gone. In its place, on a glass shelf, is a white business card. You open the cabinet, heedless of any security system that might be present, and take it out.

The card reads: "Aaron Salt: CEO, Psion Industries," followed by Salt's contact details. On its reverse are the handwritten words, "Call me!".

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