Jericho was a pretty little tourist trap on Ariadne's southern hemisphere. There was a bit of a food poisoning scare at the moment, but the town always bounced back.

From the back office of the Juniper Inn, Pellegri watched the camera feed from Room 108. Mr. Guzman had accepted the inn's complimentary charcuterie board yesterday, and was now clawing at his chest. The Realian pastrami didn't seem to agree with him.

When the cleanup team came to take him to the underground lab, he was too weak to struggle.

Across the street, there was a sale on ice cream cones.