Post by Seek on Jul 6, 2011 6:42:27 GMT 10
Title: Undercover Hunt
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Matthias Tunstall
Event: Donkey discus
Words: 423
Summary: Mattes and Clary are preparing for an undercover hunt. Or are they?
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“Pirate’s Swoop,” Clary said, making the words sound like a curse. “Of all the places they could have picked for an undercover hunt.”
Mattes shrugged. He was sprawled out on a chair, while his pack sat on the floor, neatly to the side. “It’s a small seaside fief,” he said, agreeably, “As good a place as any to start with the smugglers.”
Clary paced the floor of the quartermaster’s office as they waited. “Far enough by ship,” she said irritably, “And even slower by wagon.”
“But a courier wouldn’t come in by wagon,” Mattes replied easily, “And courier Matthias Tunstall wouldn’t be taking a ship.” He looked the part too: easy-going courier, perhaps after some time in the hills, with a knife sheathed at his belt that was just slightly shorter than a sword, an array of other knives, and a shirt that was an obnoxious red.
And Corporal Clary Goodwin was going to be a good Dog. She checked the paperwork again, making sure everything they’d need had already been requisitioned and claimed from the armoury.
“I don’t trust Jays Larse,” she said slowly, “Or at least, he may as well be trouble.”
Mattes nodded at her words. “Likely, then. I’ll keep an eye on him,” he said, referring to their contact, the somewhat disreputable smuggler who’d agreed to introduce Mattes to the smuggling ring and to facilitate contact in exchange for a Crown pardon and payment. The rest, he said, was up to the Dogs.
“You ready to go, Tunstall?”
The door swung open. Kebibi Ahuda stood there, in a tight vest that was scarred with marks from blades. If her attitude, or the two daggers that rode prominently on her belt weren’t enough to discourage unwanted attention, Mattes didn’t know what would.
He nodded to his temporary partner. “Yes,” he told her, stooping to pick up his pack.
“I’ll try not to bring him back with too many dents,” Ahuda informed Clary. Suddenly, Mattes didn’t quite like the look of the smile on her face.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Clary said, still smiling. “If you have to thump him over his sarden head and drag him back here, it doesn’t matter. And you,” she said, turning to Mattes, “Be careful on the hunt. I don’t want to find out I’m permanently assigned to working with Sela.”
Mattes grinned. “I will. You too.”
With a nod to Ahuda, he was out of the door, walking with the arrogant-cocky gait of Matthias Tunstall, courier – long before Clary could think of saying anything else.
Rating: G
Couple/Character: Matthias Tunstall
Event: Donkey discus
Words: 423
Summary: Mattes and Clary are preparing for an undercover hunt. Or are they?
-
“Pirate’s Swoop,” Clary said, making the words sound like a curse. “Of all the places they could have picked for an undercover hunt.”
Mattes shrugged. He was sprawled out on a chair, while his pack sat on the floor, neatly to the side. “It’s a small seaside fief,” he said, agreeably, “As good a place as any to start with the smugglers.”
Clary paced the floor of the quartermaster’s office as they waited. “Far enough by ship,” she said irritably, “And even slower by wagon.”
“But a courier wouldn’t come in by wagon,” Mattes replied easily, “And courier Matthias Tunstall wouldn’t be taking a ship.” He looked the part too: easy-going courier, perhaps after some time in the hills, with a knife sheathed at his belt that was just slightly shorter than a sword, an array of other knives, and a shirt that was an obnoxious red.
And Corporal Clary Goodwin was going to be a good Dog. She checked the paperwork again, making sure everything they’d need had already been requisitioned and claimed from the armoury.
“I don’t trust Jays Larse,” she said slowly, “Or at least, he may as well be trouble.”
Mattes nodded at her words. “Likely, then. I’ll keep an eye on him,” he said, referring to their contact, the somewhat disreputable smuggler who’d agreed to introduce Mattes to the smuggling ring and to facilitate contact in exchange for a Crown pardon and payment. The rest, he said, was up to the Dogs.
“You ready to go, Tunstall?”
The door swung open. Kebibi Ahuda stood there, in a tight vest that was scarred with marks from blades. If her attitude, or the two daggers that rode prominently on her belt weren’t enough to discourage unwanted attention, Mattes didn’t know what would.
He nodded to his temporary partner. “Yes,” he told her, stooping to pick up his pack.
“I’ll try not to bring him back with too many dents,” Ahuda informed Clary. Suddenly, Mattes didn’t quite like the look of the smile on her face.
“Oh, don’t worry,” Clary said, still smiling. “If you have to thump him over his sarden head and drag him back here, it doesn’t matter. And you,” she said, turning to Mattes, “Be careful on the hunt. I don’t want to find out I’m permanently assigned to working with Sela.”
Mattes grinned. “I will. You too.”
With a nod to Ahuda, he was out of the door, walking with the arrogant-cocky gait of Matthias Tunstall, courier – long before Clary could think of saying anything else.