"We got the same threats months ago. I don't know what it means that they're still in the threatening stages, if it's just the transition of management and we should be much more concerned now or not. ...It is concerning that they were able to find us in New York. And that they knew you'd joined us."

Why could she not have told them this before they were on a plane to somewhere it'll be hard to send messages back. "...I should warn my brothers. Since they're threatening us in New York now."

"How do you figure they learned about you?"

 “I don’t know. They knew I was a nun, they knew my name. One of them was kinder than he would have been, because of that—they are better than the Italian soldiers.”

"Better how?"

She waves her hands slightly. “The Italian soldiers do not stop for so long at threatening.”

Anita is very skeptical of the idea that people who work for the human sacrifice cult are better than much of anyone else.

"I wonder how long it'd take them to find us in Malta. If this isn't a US-specific campaign against us."

“Perhaps we will find out, I suppose.”

Well, y'know, at least the cultists aren't card-carrying fascists! ...Malta's going to be fun, isn't it.

Zoe is quietly having feelings about how she can't be everywhere at once and can't do anything when she's not there. She wishes more of them knew anything about self defense. Maybe Anita knows. Maybe the magic they're learning will help.

They arrive at Luqa Airport in Valetta. From the sky above, the odd angles of the off-kilter runways seem to form a star-like or perhaps thorn-like pattern.

This probably is a totally innocuous shape with no eldritch significance whatsoever. 

The airport has freshly paved runways, but instead of a terminal there are only a couple of small buildings. They take the trolley to Valletta. 

Valletta is a lovely city, brimming with Baroque architecture, lush gardens, charming piazzas, and orderly, narrow streets. By day, its vibrant collection of churches, shops, cafés, and parks make the city feel alive with activity. By night, gas lamps and electric lights twinkle in the narrow alleys and avenues, giving the city a shadowy and mysterious charm.

The Times of Malta informs them:

-The Belgian Chamber of Deputies voted to suspend the gold standard and devalue the country's currency by 25 percent.

-Ethiopia broke off direct talks with Italy over their border disputes and sent a new note to the League of Nations.

:|

Sounds like they got out of there in the nick of time.

That's not direct war but it sure is worse than before, good thing they're not there anymore! ...Poor Araari.

.........sooooo do they have any information about where the cult is besides that it's in Malta somewhere.

Oswald knows there's a cult in Malta and in February 1934 production in Malta exploded; cult leader's code name is Joseph.

Mordred knows the head person's name is Montgomery Donovan but they have no idea where in the city Montgomery Donovan is.

Does Italy have easily accessible telephone directories. Can't be that many Montgomery Donovans. Or Malta or wherever they are. Is Malta a part of Italy.

Malta is part of the British Empire.

Weird but under the circumstances not going to complain about this.

No Montgomery Donovan is listed in the telephone directory.

Annoying.

"Okay, so, obviously we could ask around, but given the nature of the people we'd be asking around about and the nature of our interest in them, I worry that this might draw some unwanted attention." She thinks. "We could try to buy drugs?"

Well now it's not Oswald suggesting it, good.

"Sounds like a good way to find drug dealers. How do you suggest going about it?"