Post by reikoku on Aug 1, 2008 2:01:54 GMT -5
Mitternacht shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and pulled the front of his white galabya, fanning himself in a desperate attempt to cool down. Sometimes having a high body-temperature really sucked, especially when one had to travel all over the world to do business, even the hot countries.
He should have known that taking an archeological order would be more trouble than he would get paid for. How the client had known the ancient scriptures she wanted were in that newly opened tomb was beyond him. Sometimes he honestly felt like a thief and a smuggler, but everything he did was perfectly legal if he ever came under suspicion and having diplomatic immunity in a dozen countries always helped.
He sipped his ice drink. They team he was working with to excavate the hieroglyphs was taking a break in town, and then they would be going back out into the dessert for a few more days. Mitternacht would join them half-way through the dig and acquire his clients order, then he would get the hell out of the burning piece of nothing they called a country and back to his dismal, grey, New York. With maybe a few stops in a couple other countries to connect with old friends along the way. How glad he was for Air Miles.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the smells of the dessert, spices, and the market, were somewhat enjoyable. So maybe the dust-ball wasn’t so bad once you got past the boiling heat thing. He took out a pipe, and lit it.
Not so bad at all.
He should have known that taking an archeological order would be more trouble than he would get paid for. How the client had known the ancient scriptures she wanted were in that newly opened tomb was beyond him. Sometimes he honestly felt like a thief and a smuggler, but everything he did was perfectly legal if he ever came under suspicion and having diplomatic immunity in a dozen countries always helped.
He sipped his ice drink. They team he was working with to excavate the hieroglyphs was taking a break in town, and then they would be going back out into the dessert for a few more days. Mitternacht would join them half-way through the dig and acquire his clients order, then he would get the hell out of the burning piece of nothing they called a country and back to his dismal, grey, New York. With maybe a few stops in a couple other countries to connect with old friends along the way. How glad he was for Air Miles.
He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the smells of the dessert, spices, and the market, were somewhat enjoyable. So maybe the dust-ball wasn’t so bad once you got past the boiling heat thing. He took out a pipe, and lit it.
Not so bad at all.