How I Didn't Meet Your Mummy [Peace, Miklos, Vimes]

[pace_tua]

 The first few times Peace had gone to Egypt, she had complained. Loudly. Her skin had burnt and peeled, the small smattering of freckles across her cheeks became a little more defined, and she found sand in places sand should never be. It had also put her off traditional Egyptian food for a while. Still! She was glad that the briefing she’d been given was with familiar names and no one who would drive her crazy by not being announced.

Sadly, despite her hopes, she was not going to Egypt, where it would not be chilly except at night. No, her debriefing had been very clear – wait for her teammates at the Agartha portal on the Savage Coast.  Peace rested her head against a rock face. The town was more or less abandoned now, and really, if they wanted to be honest, all the factions were waiting for people to die out. It would make cleanup easier, really.

Oooh, she thought, pulling her hood over her head to keep her ears warm in the chilly September night air, “Not nice thoughts.” She supposed that the higher ups had decided to send her out before she was rendered more or less useless the entire month of October. She really couldn’t blame them, in that regard and tapped at her phone’s screen, growing bored. Somewhere, a wendigo shrieked its displeasure with something. 

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[crypto_princess]

((Two months ain't too bad right? //sweats))

"Better to ask questions then go in blind, right?"

Raising a somewhat dubious eyebrow at the other man's comment, Vimes couldn't help but nod in agreement. Three was an ideal amount of people in a field mission team, and while he knew the New England are like the back of his hand wendigos were still wendigos.

Stepping closer to Peace the New Yorker adjusted his own coat and slid his hands easily into his pockets. He'd follow the lead of whomever was in charge without question- that was easy enough, but not knowing anything about Miklos didn't sit well with him, and he made a note to send an inquiry to his sister about the man later.

[pace_tua]

"He isn't big on me asking constant questions about things," Peace murmured as she started off, skipping over the tiny spring and heading up the little trail. "But I'm really good at it. Something something natural talents, something something."