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Sylum Snippet: Middle of Fucking Kansas

Sylum Snippet: Middle of Fucking Kansas

This month ended up with a lot of snippets!!

Okay last one that ties into the Inspirations (don’t expect this every month!!!)

“Where are you?”

Peter sat on the back of one of the ambulances that was called to the crash site.   The first responders were stunned he had somehow survived the crash.  They had given him oxygen and had him sitting away from the devastation,  two were arguing to take him to the nearest hospital as it was likely he had internal injuries.   He did, but it wasn’t like he could tell them he was already dead, and at the moment what he really needed was a Chosen One or three.  

“I have no clue at the moment!”  Peter sighed.  How the fuck his StarkPhone survived the crash he had no idea, but he was taking every win he had at the moment.   

“I can tell you you’re not in England.”

“No fucking shit!”  He was tired, in pain, and was not in the mood to deal with Henri’s shit at the moment.  He shifted slightly to get a glance at the emergency vehicles, then sighed again.  “I’m in Kansas.”

“How are you in Kansas?”

“Well let’s recap shall we?  Some idiot insurgent group bombed a small village because they wouldn’t conform to some religious world view, and either because they have excellent aim or can’t hit the side of barn, opened a sink hole, that led to a cavern that had a mummy buried deep with in.”  

And that would be when it got weird.

Then again working for Henri, weird was normal.   When it was normal it was weird.

“Yes and you were supposed to take the sarcophagus to London.”

“Well said Mummy in the damn sarcophagus decided they wanted to visit Kansas and look for ruby red slippers!”  He snarled into the phone.  “By the way, it’s empty.  She’s out and roaming Bible Belt America.”

“I’m on the way, don’t do anything stupid.”  

Peter just hung up on him.  Of course he was going to do something stupid.  He was going to have to find the bitch.  Peter took a few deep breathes, cringing at the cracked ribs.   First, he needed to find a a blood source.  Second, he was either going to have to contact Nico and ask for Hunters, or maybe contact Tony he at least had dealt with roaming Mummies before.   Third, he needed to hunt down a pissed off mummy who was looking for … what he had no idea.  He was guessing she wanted power, held an ancient grudge, and God help them if she was looking for a lost ‘love’.   There were days he hated his job.

The only good thing.

Was his future Mates were still in Masyaf.   No way in hell did he want to explain this shit to them, though some Assassins would be helpful right about now.

“You look like you need some help.”

Peter looked up, and stared at the man, no Vampire in front of him.  He had traits of a familiar family line, just about six inches taller.   “And you are?”

The quiet deadly smile, was definitely a family trait.  “Jack Reacher.  Saw the crash, came by to see if could help.  Instead found an empty sarcophagus and a Vampire.”

“Peter Quill.  How are you at Hunting?”

The smirk and chuckle, was enough to know the man was as insane as the rest of the family.  “Well Peter, what are we Hunting?”

“More of a who.”

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