"I met Cayde enough times to know a thing or two about his codenames for things. Cosmonaut Club…"
Devrim scratches his beard and stares out the window of the steeple.
"I'd bet the pot he's referring to the Cosmodrome. Must have been spooked by something and decided to relocate the package there."
"You're probably best off checking the interior of the Cosmodrome wall; that's the only place he could reliably hide something from the Fallen in Old Russia."
"Good luck, Guardian. Don't forget a coat. It gets a bit nippy in Siberia this time of year."