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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[psycelliums]

Her phone screen acted up a moment or two before displaying the words 'What thoughts might those be?' without so much as a text alert. That wouldn't be necessary, of course, given that she was already looking at it. Miklos had no qualms whatsoever about tampering with her or anyone else's devices, really. That was as always his own personal solution to boredom. Or a need to be passive aggressive, though in this instance it was the former. He'd only just gotten there and was already anticipating not being there any longer. There was plenty in the city he could be doing.