Myra's training was a definite necessity, one both versions of The Shadow could easily agree upon. While the Old Tiger was deeply reluctant to undertake that training himself, it struck a chord that his alternate could simply send her off packing to his own teachers, a resource the older man no longer has and sorely misses. It was an ideal solution, but he was quick to pass it off to his alternate and turn his own attention to other things. Thinking about Myra living in his own lost sanctuary and learning from men he will never see again was too painful to think much about. On the other hand, if there is anything The Shadow excels at, it is throwing himself into his work. When the matter of Khan is at last dealt with, there are other matters in his world to catch up on. He has plenty to keep him busy.
The reply is far from immediate, although the delay is a matter of hours rather than days. Good. Will have work shortly. Do you need coffee? The immediate work will likely be busywork, but it still needs to be done. In the meantime,
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She's still suffering from jet lag, on top of just returning from training, and now PINpointing. It felt like she was caught in a whirlwind, and the caffeine would be much appreciated. She also saw it as an opportunity to get the approval of the Old Tiger, she felt he'd be the most sensitive to any improvement she's made during her time training.
He is not there himself, at the moment, but he can still contact Burbank to see what jobs still need an agent and beat her there with a few minutes to spare. By the time she arrives he is in the kitchen and setting up coffee to brew. A slim folder of papers is on the counter, along with his own PINpoint. That much may be conventional enough, but the clothes he's wearing are ragged and dirty, a cap pulled low over his eyes and a bony elbow showing through a hole in one sleeve. It looks rather as though some shabby old bum has taken over his kitchen. His work clothes aren't always black.
Is the quick reply back. Thankfully for him, she runs a minute or two late, looking as if she'd made a quick effort to clean up and remove the appearance of jet lag from her person. Her mind, however, has been sharpened by the training, and while she's tired, it's hardly a level of exhaustion that she was forced to endure during her time under the younger man's master. Her defenses are up, even if they still pale to the Old Tiger, anyone expecting an easy time of controlling her will be sorely mistaken.
She arrives in the Rettigue apartment, dressed as a casual Helen Menz in jeans and a loose t-shirt. When she sees his shabby appearance, her first instinct is to compare it to his usual appearance. Once she is able to verify to herself at least that he is of similar height and build, she walks over to the kitchen doorway, drawn by the smell of coffee.
"How much I owe ya' for th' cup'a Joe, Joe?" She delivers in her best Bronx accent.
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The reply is far from immediate, although the delay is a matter of hours rather than days.
Good. Will have work shortly. Do you need coffee? The immediate work will likely be busywork, but it still needs to be done. In the meantime, ( ... )
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She's still suffering from jet lag, on top of just returning from training, and now PINpointing. It felt like she was caught in a whirlwind, and the caffeine would be much appreciated. She also saw it as an opportunity to get the approval of the Old Tiger, she felt he'd be the most sensitive to any improvement she's made during her time training.
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He is not there himself, at the moment, but he can still contact Burbank to see what jobs still need an agent and beat her there with a few minutes to spare. By the time she arrives he is in the kitchen and setting up coffee to brew. A slim folder of papers is on the counter, along with his own PINpoint.
That much may be conventional enough, but the clothes he's wearing are ragged and dirty, a cap pulled low over his eyes and a bony elbow showing through a hole in one sleeve. It looks rather as though some shabby old bum has taken over his kitchen. His work clothes aren't always black.
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Is the quick reply back. Thankfully for him, she runs a minute or two late, looking as if she'd made a quick effort to clean up and remove the appearance of jet lag from her person. Her mind, however, has been sharpened by the training, and while she's tired, it's hardly a level of exhaustion that she was forced to endure during her time under the younger man's master. Her defenses are up, even if they still pale to the Old Tiger, anyone expecting an easy time of controlling her will be sorely mistaken.
She arrives in the Rettigue apartment, dressed as a casual Helen Menz in jeans and a loose t-shirt. When she sees his shabby appearance, her first instinct is to compare it to his usual appearance. Once she is able to verify to herself at least that he is of similar height and build, she walks over to the kitchen doorway, drawn by the smell of coffee.
"How much I owe ya' for th' cup'a Joe, Joe?" She delivers in her best Bronx accent.
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