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Vesper
Vesper flipped through what felt like the thousandth musty old scroll, squinting to make out the contents.
“Archangels through the ages…” she read aloud to herself. “Ugh, useless.”
She shoved the book away and yawned. Looking at her watch, she tried to decide whether she needed more coffee or some water to balance out the zillion cups she’d already guzzled down.
She didn’t want to attract any more attention to herself, since she was already accompanied by a seven foot tall hairy man in a suit. Coupled with her resting b***h face, head-to-toe leather outfit, and the katana on her back… they were turning a lot of heads.
“Hey,” Vargus said, poking his head into the cramped back room of the library that Vesper had staked out as her territory for the last two days. “I think I mig
