“Ach, yes.” Johann found himself smiling now, nodding as his plan took tangible form, and he dropped the soaked napkin into his tea cup with a wet plop.
Motte traveled well. Slept most of the time, cozy in her crate.
Documents were easy enough to forge. Passports and papers and photos.
Germany was beautiful in the spring.
Pilots were in short supply though, and difficult to convince.
“Some things never change.” He drawled with a grin, and his firmament blue eyes flickered briefly to the table where flamethrower wielding lunatics sat gathered in a neat row.
Krauss was one of the things that remained a constant. A friendly parasite: a smiling, laughing remora, a leach with an impeccable taste for the finest, rarest types of blood, a vulture groomed smooth and sleek, with scantly a feather out of place.
The smile drained from his face at once, as Lynx’s brow arched like a curious caterpillar, and the meaning of his words became abundantly clear.
“Ahh. Well. How lovely. I shall surely look forward to the visit then.”
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Date: 2008-01-05 05:18 am (UTC)Motte traveled well. Slept most of the time, cozy in her crate.
Documents were easy enough to forge. Passports and papers and photos.
Germany was beautiful in the spring.
Pilots were in short supply though, and difficult to convince.
“Some things never change.” He drawled with a grin, and his firmament blue eyes flickered briefly to the table where flamethrower wielding lunatics sat gathered in a neat row.
Krauss was one of the things that remained a constant. A friendly parasite: a smiling, laughing remora, a leach with an impeccable taste for the finest, rarest types of blood, a vulture groomed smooth and sleek, with scantly a feather out of place.
The smile drained from his face at once, as Lynx’s brow arched like a curious caterpillar, and the meaning of his words became abundantly clear.
“Ahh. Well. How lovely. I shall surely look forward to the visit then.”