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Unlocking the car, Nathaniel slid into the driver’s seat, stowing his bag behind his seat before turning on the car as Stewie got in the passenger seat. “So,” he said as they pulled out into the Boston traffic, “you’ll be acting as a student, part-time worker at a museum. Let’s fix our narrative on that now, so we don’t fumble it when talking to this CarlyleSalesman77 person. And we’d best avoid sharing the knife hilt unless we have to,” he added. “There’s something vaguely otherworldly about that, so the fewer we expose to it, the better.”
Stewie sighed through his nose, as he instantly became a bit bored like the typical teenager upon potentially sitting in a car for awhile. He hmm’ed, as he studied the Boston city a bit, as he thought on what to say, or present, to the other. ‘’My major’s in archaeology… Due to my intense interest in such a subject, I tend to come across paranormal, or stranger items once in awhile. I…’’ He paused, thinking on the next bit now.
‘‘…Had first came across it briefly in my museum work. Again, due to my passion of archaeology… I’ve been drawn to the item, or what information I could find out about it.’‘
He nodded, noting what the other had said about the object. ‘’Obviously– its strange nature indicates it shouldn’t be passed around, agreed.’’
“That sounds reasonable,” Nathaniel remarked, keeping his eyes on the road. I’m glad to see he has some level of common sense, he thought acerbically to himself. Before this turn of events, he had been fortunate enough to avoid the attention of the... upper echelons of the new government, as it were. Hopefully I can return to that state. Though this Mr. Griffin doesn’t seem the sort to let any tool go. He shrugged mentally. Well, time will tell. “Do not fret,” and all that.
He switched on the radio and tuned to the Oldies station, keeping the volume low enough to allow for conversation.















