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[100 prompts - Work]

Fandom: The Shadow
Characters: Myra
Word Count: 358
Rating: G
Summary: Myra’s months-long absence is explained.
Author's Notes: Myra returns. She’s been gone so long, it was about time she turned up.

Myra dropped her bag onto the floor in her apartment in the Old Tiger’s world. Dressed in her updated clothes, her hair was pulled back tightly into a short bun at the back as she checked the door that had been locked for months, and started to turn on lights. After making certain nothing had been moved, or left, in the room, she collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

She had just spent the last few months in her own China, on orders from the Chief. She didn’t want to think about the kind of strings he’d had to pull, but he’d found a master to teach her how to protect her mind against the sort of invasion that had about destroyed Ming back when Khan had returned for what she prayed was the last time.

It had been difficult, arriving in Hong Kong, and staying away from her family, but the trip was business and The Shadow had expressly forbidden her from contacting her family on this trip. Having followed his orders closely, she’d soon arrived at the Tibetian plateau, and found herself in the presence of a Grand Tulku who met her graciously. The ensuing time had been grueling, with non-stop training to build her mind into something that could resist the long arm of evil minds wishing to manipulate her. She had not the gifts her Chief seemed to display in almost a natural fashion, but her will had been strong enough, that it was able to be tempered into a formidable barrier.

Now as she lay in the apartment that was furnished with sparse, but updated furniture, she wished she’d been allowed to return home, but the younger Shadow had ordered her to return to this world. He had no use for her currently, and she had been absent for so long, she wondered what had happened to the drug ring she’d been working with.

Realizing she should probably report in, she pulled out her PINpoint, knowing that Burbank’s number may have changed yet again, and sent a message to the Old Tiger.

Reldon, reporting in.


Jul. 4th, 2010 03:00 pm (UTC)
"Agreed." Myra nods, and gives a small smile as the smell of the strongly brewing coffee wafts through the air. "How goes things here?" It's been a while and she feels out of touch, particularly with Chaz. She knew better than to build too strong of a comradeship with the young agent, but she was interested in seeing the young woman grow up into a capable agent.
Jul. 6th, 2010 01:49 am (UTC)
"A lot of catching up, after Khan. The drug trade is still a little quiet, for now." Such a state is only temporary, crime waxes and wanes. "Muggings are up, but that's summer. More tourists to take advantage of, and no great minds or networks behind it. Arms dealing seems to be the big market, these days, but I don't have any big leads yet." He turns as the coffee burbles to a finish, tapping his fingers lightly on the counter. "The president issued a challenge to tear down the Berlin Wall, but I'm not sure how much that means to you..."
Jul. 7th, 2010 04:33 pm (UTC)
Myra is silent for a moment, drawing up on news articles and information she's reviewed.

"Berlin Wall...." Her eyes light as she remembers a detail. "The one in the middle of the city, separating democratic and fascist controlled halves of the city. East and West, respectively." She knew it should mean more to her, but at the moment it was still little more than a fact to remember.
Jul. 8th, 2010 12:31 am (UTC)
He nods, pouring the coffee and offering her a cup. There's a container of sugar on the back of the counter, but milk is always an unknown quantity in his apartment. He sometimes spends days or even weeks away, and tries to avoid buying anything that might go bad when he knows it inevitably will.

"If it does come down, it would be... a triumph." He sighs, almost wistfully. "We can hope."
Aug. 5th, 2010 06:24 am (UTC)
((OOC: Aaaaaaaah. Major LJ notifs failure from long ago. Trying to get back to these.))

"Here's hoping." She gives a small, reserved smile and raises her mug slightly, as if toasting the thought.

"So, anything new Helen can do for you, Chief?"
Aug. 5th, 2010 03:35 pm (UTC)
((That's all right, life has been busy here.))

He lifts his own mug silently in reply, and takes a long gulp. His shabby appearance may not be entirely a matter of disguise, but what he's been up to today has little to do with the work he has for her, so she'll never know. "Nothing big yet, but that could always change." He gestures vaguely at the folder on the counter. "What you need is in there. I could use you for a stakeout, later this week." That's the kind of job that sounds dull, but could always turn into something else very dangerous.
Aug. 5th, 2010 04:01 pm (UTC)
Myra's the last one to be unhappy on a stakeout, dull or otherwise. She reaches out for the folder on the counter, holding her coffee to the side as she flips it open and gives a glance at the information within. It might be helpful in guiding her conversation.

"What kind of mugs are we looking at?" They could be any sort of group to catch his interest.
Aug. 25th, 2010 03:03 pm (UTC)
"Drug dealers again. There's never an end to the drug trade, I'm afraid." He rubs at his eyes briefly, looking forward to catching a few hours of sleep, later. "I know I'm only catching the American distributors, but I can't get at the root of the problem, right now. On the other hand, if we keep taking out the right receivers at this end, the source will come to us..." There is a small, grim smile at that thought. Not only will the foreign drug dealers be angry over lost profits, but they'll also end up fighting him on his home turf.