Thursday, March 13, 2014

Wellington Books never wanted to be a field agent. He was quite content as the Archivist for the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences. Happy to spend his days in the hidden sub-basement, tending his analytical engine, seeing that all the agent’s reports and their associated artifacts were properly cataloged and filed. Life was simple, but good. He even had time to tinker on his own personal projects.

And then she came.

Eliza Braun had been a filed agent. Had been. She had blown up one too many installations, defied orders one too many times, and had been assigned to the Archives to learn some humility.

That didn’t work.

Instead, she had drug poor Wellington out of the Archives, insisting that they investigate unsolved cases they had discovered waiting to be cataloged. And then they got caught.

And now, they were off to America… [click to continue…]

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