Christ help them, they're going to wind up beheaded by the end of the night.
Or whatever the Egyptians do to heretical criminals in this era.
The direction's enough of a hint for Chloe to jump in on her end, digging through the unit's contents with little in the way of care or concern. She doesn't hold any contempt for the mess of scrolls she's currently pawing through, but they've a priest by the throat in the middle of the archives: the less time wasted, the better. And by the time the heap of not-targets is a few inches high, she finally manages to uncover the carefully wrapped bundle of words that they were sent here to erase completely.
"Jackpot." Said to no one but herself, because-- without giving Charlie a second to reconsider their primary objective-- Chloe tosses the text atop the nearest smoldering brazier. "Job well done, congratulations and so on and so forth-- let's go." The urgency in her tone? Practically palpable. Good thing they stocked up on treasure before hitting the books.
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Or whatever the Egyptians do to heretical criminals in this era.
The direction's enough of a hint for Chloe to jump in on her end, digging through the unit's contents with little in the way of care or concern. She doesn't hold any contempt for the mess of scrolls she's currently pawing through, but they've a priest by the throat in the middle of the archives: the less time wasted, the better. And by the time the heap of not-targets is a few inches high, she finally manages to uncover the carefully wrapped bundle of words that they were sent here to erase completely.
"Jackpot." Said to no one but herself, because-- without giving Charlie a second to reconsider their primary objective-- Chloe tosses the text atop the nearest smoldering brazier. "Job well done, congratulations and so on and so forth-- let's go." The urgency in her tone? Practically palpable. Good thing they stocked up on treasure before hitting the books.