This is what happened the night before Mikkel's visit. Gary pulled up outside the square, squat building of the University’s Archaeology Department. “Okay, we’re here, bet your pass doesn’t get us in.” Sarah blew a raspberry at him. “It’ll get us in, and then you’ll see. The stuff we’re documenting from the Andor Barrow Dig …
Professor Jones grinned and pumped Mikkel’s hand enthusiastically. “Such a pleasure to finally meet you.” Mikkel murmured something suitably similar in reply and glanced around him, the hallway of the Archaeology Building seemed unusually dimly lit. Professor Jones grimaced. “We seem to be having some trouble with the electricity, or maybe the wiring, this morning. …
A writing exercise where you alternate positive and negative statements. Emrys opened his flat’s front door and scanned the interior, nothing disturbed, nothing amiss, he was home. His eyes narrowed and he pulled the recurve bow from the umbrella stand by the door, notching an arrow, drawing and firing in one movement. The arrow, fletched …
Emrys walked through the station, making for the café he preferred to use for initial contact meetings. It was public, busy, and open. So, anonymous in a way that only hiding in plain sight could manage. He was in there often enough that all it took was a nod to the people behind the counter …
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