Had an unexpectedly busy last few days so I’m posting this in lieu of actual content… because brain not work too well right now.
Illegal Alien (Can’t remember why I titled it that)
“Worse disguise ever,” the figure in the full body suit burka sulked.
Markus had to admit she had a point. Walking through the Nebraska state fair dressed as a Arab couple two days after a major terrorist attack was turning out to have been a less than ideal choice, “I didn’t have to time to rig a magical disguise and if any of these people saw a non-human there would be a massive freak out.”
Zunni whined some more on sheer principle her hands almost shaking in frustration as they walked past a pulled pork BBQ kiosk with its very delicious smelling wares. It took every ounce of Markus self-discipline not to crack up laughing. Danburi elves were rather enthusiastic meat eaters whenever they got the chance to indulge their carnivorous instincts and pork in all its glorious multitude of forms was at top of their favorite things to eat. Probably because as subterranean dwellers they so rarely got the opportunity to eat mundane surface living livestock. The other possibility was that pork was the closest they could get to eating human flesh without breaking their religious codes. Not something that was discussed in polite company, mind you. Zunni however firmly insisted that she was a people person not a people-eating person.
“I’ll get you a ham when we get to the safehouse,” Markus promised as if to a small child. Zunni really didn’t seem to understand just how much danger the two of them were in. Especially since they couldn’t just start hurling fireballs around without killing and injuring dozens if not hundreds of innocents. “In the meantime just keep quiet unless you want to wind up locked up in Area 51.”
“Aww… I’m missing all the fun,” Zunni pouted. “and the bacon. Especially the bacon. Americans put bacon on everything.”
So this wasn’t Zunni’s first visit to Earth… interesting. Markus filed that thought away for later. The Order never told its field agents anything more than they absolutely needed to know. To be honest he really didn’t know that much about his companion only that it had taken a lot of horse trading and frantic diplomacy to convince her to get involved. What ever this current crisis was, it was serious enough that the Order was calling in a lot of favors.