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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.


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.