My courier visited last night.

She's relatively new to the organization, having replaced our previous courier who was called home and beamed back up to the mothership. She came in ranting about bats and mugwumps, drank the last of my good Tequila, and told me that there is going to be a load of green shithouse fixtures available tomorrow (Saturday) morning at the following coordinates: 41.5093652, -73.6048039. We're going to send an agent to investigate, but the haul is big enough for everyone to share.