Eddington Eat Your Coffee With Espionage

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We wouldn’t know for a while, what would happen when Rastilav figured out the “key” was a fake. Getting him to take it, only set the next stage in motion. What I hoped that meant, was a normal few days.  

Somehow, in the pit of my stomach, I didn’t believe it. I still tried. The next morning I was unloading two new crates of coffee mugs when Sam walked in. “Where can a man get a coffee and a muffin?”

“I think I can top that. We’ve got something new, espresso muffins. You can eat your coffee with espionage. I imagine you’ve got more to tell me.”

“Actually I have a question to ask you.”

We went inside, I gave him a chocolate espresso muffin and a vanilla latte. He loved both of them. As he ate, he led in to his question.

“In this business, you have to know there are situations you can assist with, but will never be able to bring in house. In other words, you’re more of an active consultant. You help prevent the bad guys from murdering anyone, and you make sure the good guys win.”

I was about to ask him what exactly he meant, and what his end game was, when he beat me to the question mark. “After Rastilav is out of the picture, and the others. What are you, and your Grandfather’s plans? Will the artifacts go back into hiding, and if so, do you have a plan to hide them well enough to keep the next Rastilav from finding them?”

I thought about it for a minute. “To be honest, all of this was sort of thrown on me. I can tell you, none of us want this to continue. If it were up to me, I’d bury them in an occasionally active volcano.”

Sam smiled. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. Because once another generation knows about another ticket to a power trip, Rastilav’s file out of the woodwork, looking to be king of the rats.”