Outfit
By now, the night shift was trickling into the Exchange office. It was quiet, which was ironic, considering most things that could go wrong tended to at night. But nights like that were the sort where when it rained, it poured. Things tended to happen all at once, like when the Chinese New Year several years back, or Halloween the year before. Was it coordinated? Asphodel couldn't say, but she also didn't care enough to figure it out. She'd lived too long to be concerned with these patterns beyond an academic interest.
Most evenings, Aldane or another field agent led dispatch, but tonight, at least for the moment, Asphodel was lounging in the bog mummy's chair behind the desk. He'd simply asked the archivist to cover his position for an hour or two while she was passing through, and she'd settled in like she belonged there. Aldane was one of the few people in the office who could ask a favor of Asphodel and not get a lot of flack for it. It helped that she considered him an equal--more or less true since he'd soon be the only surviving member of the current Exchange in a few centuries.
Her fingers moved rapidly pulling thread through cloth pulled through an embroidery hoop. When Wil and Adam arrived, the vampire looked up, lifted both pale eyebrows, and then smiling coyly, went back to her work. There was no other agent present to take their report.
By now, the night shift was trickling into the Exchange office. It was quiet, which was ironic, considering most things that could go wrong tended to at night. But nights like that were the sort where when it rained, it poured. Things tended to happen all at once, like when the Chinese New Year several years back, or Halloween the year before. Was it coordinated? Asphodel couldn't say, but she also didn't care enough to figure it out. She'd lived too long to be concerned with these patterns beyond an academic interest.
Most evenings, Aldane or another field agent led dispatch, but tonight, at least for the moment, Asphodel was lounging in the bog mummy's chair behind the desk. He'd simply asked the archivist to cover his position for an hour or two while she was passing through, and she'd settled in like she belonged there. Aldane was one of the few people in the office who could ask a favor of Asphodel and not get a lot of flack for it. It helped that she considered him an equal--more or less true since he'd soon be the only surviving member of the current Exchange in a few centuries.
Her fingers moved rapidly pulling thread through cloth pulled through an embroidery hoop. When Wil and Adam arrived, the vampire looked up, lifted both pale eyebrows, and then smiling coyly, went back to her work. There was no other agent present to take their report.