"The IRS," I repeated, staring at the woman in the grey suit. "You walked into a disaster zone to serve an eviction notice?"
"The Vatican Bank prefers the term 'Asset Recovery'," the woman said smoothly. She stepped over the pile of empty black vestments that had been Lysander Thorne moments ago. She didn't even blink at the dust pile. Lawyers, I realized, were the only creatures on earth more soulless than AIs.
"My name is Cardinal D’Amico’s legal counsel," she continued, opening her briefcase on a pew that wasn't covered in server coolant. "You have caused significant structural damage to a heritage site collateralized by the Olympus Trust. The default clauses are triggered. We are seizing the property and freezing your accounts to cover the... renovations."
"You want the church?" Cyp
