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Aug. 16th, 2014 12:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morethanpropsSometimes Moist dreams of going to Ankh-Morpork and doing something to Samuel Vimes but that would never end well. His money's too well tied up and that would get him in the crosshairs but he hates Sammies and their dogged tactics. It was meant to be a simple job, a few forged checks in an out of the way bank but they were chasing someone and his check was in hand when they entered.
His escape routes were blocked by men asking pointed questions which required more thought than he'd had on hand. When Milliways appeared he had finally gotten loose of them and was on his way into a pub for a stiff drink.
His traveling suit had some mud on the trouser cuffs and while more threadbare than he would have liked but it would do. At the counter he ordered a MacAbre and a pastry before settling down by the fireplace to look over an Ankh-Morpork Times that he'd snagged from a pocket.
His escape routes were blocked by men asking pointed questions which required more thought than he'd had on hand. When Milliways appeared he had finally gotten loose of them and was on his way into a pub for a stiff drink.
His traveling suit had some mud on the trouser cuffs and while more threadbare than he would have liked but it would do. At the counter he ordered a MacAbre and a pastry before settling down by the fireplace to look over an Ankh-Morpork Times that he'd snagged from a pocket.
