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Despite not having been invited to join their meeting, you trailed behind Cindy anyway. There was no way that you were gonna let that creep be alone in a room with her after all she’s been through. Your contacts might have a high opinion of the guy, but you’re still suspicious about this whole “Khonshu” and “Moon-Copter” thing.
Reese watched you as you went. Her dark eyes tracked your every movement, but she didn’t say or do anything to stop you. <span class="mu-r">“Third door on the left. Can’t miss it.”</span> she informed you, keeping her expression neutral.
Matt stayed behind, deciding to watch the door in case someone suspicious came through. You were grateful to have his support. Even more so because he brought those silver cross knuckle dusters again.
Following Reese’s instructions, you found a door with a crescent moon logo on the front. You motioned to knock before entering, but Cindy beat you to the punch by pushing the door open and walking inside.
The best way that you could describe this office was “cramped” There was so much Egyptian crap cluttering the room that there was barely any room to walk around. The walls were covered in hieroglyphs, there were desert palm trees planted in all four corners, and you glimpsed a multitude of highly decorated sarcophagi lined along the walls. And sitting in the back of the room, near a desk shoved against the wall, was a masked man wearing a pristine white suit. He seemed to glow in the poorly lit room, and you felt as if the eyes of his pure white mask were penetrating the depths of your very soul.
<span class="mu-b">“Ms. Moon.”</span> he spoke in a soft, polite manner. <span class="mu-b">“Welcome to the Midnight Mission.”</span> he said, gesturing at his cluttered office. <span class="mu-b">“Please, sit anywhere you’d like.”</span>
Cindy did just that and sat directly across from him. You went to sit next to her, and Mr. Knight gave you a nod of acknowledgment. He seemed neither surprised nor disturbed by your presence here. <span class="mu-b">“You must be her guardian.”</span>
You were about to reply, when you noticed the thing that was sitting directly across from you. It was another man in formal wear, but it was far less pristine, as it was covered in cobwebs. Not to mention that it had a giant fucking bird skull! What is this, a taxidermied pterodactyl in a suit? Why would he set up this creepy ass thing in an upright position in his office?
Your earlier assessment if this guy being a weirdo was sounding more and more accurate by the minute. First the vampire receptionist, and now this thing.
<span class="mu-b">“I hope you don’t mind him sitting in on our meeting.”</span> Mr. Knight said, gesturing at the taxidermied bird-man. <span class="mu-b">“He was very eager to meet you, and I would rather discuss the terms of your new role with myself present. As you already know, I am Mr. Knight, otherwise known as the Fist of Khonshu, or, the Avatar of Khonshu. I’m not terribly particular about titles at the moment.”</span> he said with the wave of a hand.
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