This is the first attempt at making a silly edit. I need to get a better idea to make more. I am open for ideas!! I also made a template for like social media <3
Edward Bluemel is the new Hercule. The 33 year-old actor stars as Agatha Christie's iconic Belgian detective in a new drama titled Hercule, following Hercule Poirot's first cases in London before he becomes the world's most famous sleuth.
The series, coming to iPlayer and BBC One in the UK and BritBox in North America, is an intimate study of Hercule the man and an epic portrait of Britain between the wars. The series takes a magnifying glass to three of Christie's most celebrated stories, while also charting Hercule's burgeoning friendship with Captain Arthur Hastings, his early encounters with Scotland Yard's James Japp, and introducing him to one particular nemesis...
The six-part series is written by Benji Walters (Code of Silence, The Leopard, Obsession). Jonny Campbell (Am I Being Unreasonable?, Dracula, BAFTA winner for In The Flesh), will direct the first two episodes. Charlie Palmer (A Woman Of Substance, Extraordinary) is series producer.
James Prichard, executive producer for Agatha Christie Limited says: "My father had the privilege of working with David Suchet for nearly 25 years, and I now have the good fortune of being able to share my great grandmother's brilliant stories with a new generation of viewers. Edward Bluemel is an extremely talented performer and will make a great addition to the long line of actors that have played this celebrated character, aided and abetted by Benji Walters' thoughtful scripts. I cannot wait to see Edward on screen as Hercule Poirot."
Lindsay Salt, Director of BBC Drama says: "Hercule Poirot is one of the greatest and most loved characters of all time, and bringing him back to the BBC is a real privilege. From the first moments of Edward's audition we knew we'd found the perfect actor for Hercule, with a performance that feels both fresh and exciting, yet quintessentially Agatha Christie's Hercule Poirot. We can't wait for viewers to meet him."
Filming will begin this summer, primarily in Liverpool.
This fun little AU is coming along. Ive written more for it than I have for anything else in a while
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That was the other reason Loki kept coming back for more. Don believed in him. He didn't even know him but Don was proud of him for trying to learn something new or doing something scary. The channel had practical skills tutorials but there were also videos teaching how to be a better person, a more healed version of himself. Don was supportive in ways Loki's father had never been.
notes: finally posting the first chapter! I don't know when I'll continue this fic but i really wanted to share the first chapter! I should probably focus on a one shot but my ideas just grow and then i end up with something that takes longer xD
warnings: none
word count: 4046
prelude / chapter 1
The day of the ball had finally arrived, to say that Mobius was nervous would be an understatement. His stomach had been in knots for the past few days, his mind had been a whirlwind of worries, agonizing over every detail, what to wear, what to say even what excuse to use if someone asked him to dance.
His mother, of course, was delighted. To her this was a golden opportunity to find her son a suitable wife. Mobius would have to try his best to dodge her matchmaking schemes. Avoiding her for the entire evening would prove to be a challenge, but he was determined to see it through.
As the carriage rolled along the path, Mobius glanced out the window, the manor slowly coming into view. He leaned closer, the lights calling his attention, the sight stole his breath. It was magical, as if it had been pulled out of a storybook, the ones that he used to read during his childhood, hidden away under the covers that sparked his creativity.
The manor was enchanting. The gardens were alive with color, touches of purple and gold could be seen over the stone walls, as well as the soft light of what seemed to be lanterns that led the way to the main door. Mobius took in every detail, he couldn't imagine what awaited inside the manor.
As the carriage came to a gentle stop, a fresh wave of nerves washed over him. What if he made a fool of himself? What if he stumbled over his words when speaking to the baron?
As his thoughts spiraled a sharp voice cut through the fog of his anxiety, his mothers.
"Mobius!" She called out." We are here!"
He nodded, taking a tentative step outside of the carriage, the time had come, and there was no turning back now.
Taking a deep breath Mobius offered his arm for his mother to take, everything would go splendidly. This would be a wonderful night.
One to remember.
The interior of the manor was just as marvelous as the outside, if not more. As his mother disappeared out of view, Mobius lingered in the grand entryway, he could faintly hear the music coming from, what he could assume, was the ballroom as well as the sound of polite conversation from somewhere deeper within.
He walked forward, transfixed by the decorations that adorned the manors walls, there it was again, a hint of purple, hidden. Time seemed to blur as he followed down the hallway, each step drawing him deeper, before he noticed, there he was, the ballroom.
Couples twirled across the polished floor their laughter filling the space, some talked amongst themselves enjoying the delicacies that were served, further in the room musicians played, their music intertwining with the sound of the guests.
Still what caught his attention the most was the chandelier, suspended above it all as the main piece. Crystals cascade downwards, catching the light and scattering along the dance floor, creating a beautiful effect, one that called to Mobius. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Dream-like.
“Wow." The word barely more than a whisper.
As he was lost in his own world, marveled by the grandeur around him, Mobius didn't hear his mother’s voice call out to him, not at first, not until she was coming in his direction, determined look in her eyes and bachelorette in hand. So much for his plan of avoiding her for the evening.
"Oh, no." He muttered, scanning for an escape route. In his panic, Mobius took a careless step back, a bad decision on his part, one that led to disaster.
Behind him he heard a sharp gasp followed by the sound of wine splashing on someone. Mobius fell to the floor in a rather comical fashion, while the lady stared at him in horror her gown now stained with deep red, a stain that only seemed to soak further into the fabric.
His mother stood a few feet away, frozen in place, mortified. Here he was, attending his first event in so long and was already causing a terrible impression.
“I’m terribly sorry." Quickly Mobius scrambled to his feet, offering his handkerchief for the lady to take in the hopes of saving the situation he now found himself in. The whispers around them grew louder, only causing his embarrassment to raise. This was exactly why he avoided such events, everything always went wrong.
And then he saw him.
Across the room, a pair of deep brown eyes watched him with unbearable intensity.
The Baron.
Mobius stomach dropped. The one person he had hoped to impress, he had ruined it. All those practiced conversations in front of the mirror now meaningless.
Mobius averted his gaze with quickness, he couldn't bare it.
The woman was speaking, how he should have paid more attention, how he had ruined her beautiful gown, frustration clear in her tone, but her words were drowned by his own vicious thoughts of himself. He needed to disappear.
"I'm apologize, I-I must go." He blurted out, turning on his heels and fleeing the room.
He wandered blindly through the manor's halls, a maze of stairs, doors and endless corridors that seemed never ending, until he found a door that wasn't locked. He slipped inside, shutting it quickly behind him and leaned against it, breathe shallow and heart pounding in his ear. His thoughts relentless, mocking him over and over.
Even the silence of the room does not help to calm him.
And then there is a noise.
Somewhere in the room he had taken as sanctuary was a faint sound that caught his attention. Mobius turned, eyes adjusting to the dim light when he spots a tall figure hidden in the shadows.
“It’s rude to wander through someone else’s home." The stranger says smoothly, a sort of amusement in their voice.
"I-" Mobius voice faltered.
"Cat got your tongue?" The stranger stepped forward, allowing him to see them more clearly. He was met with green eyes that burned into him, a glimmer behind them that seemed impossible, their dark hair stopped by their shoulders and their features sharp. Handsome, was the word that crossed Mobius mind.
"Aren't you trespassing as well?" Mobius remarks.
The stranger smirked." So you do have a voice."
Mobius took in the room, bookshelves lined the walls, a liquor cabinet hidden in the far corner of the room and a grand desk that sat beneath a stained-glass window. It dawn on him that it was most likely a study.
"I only needed a moment alone." He confessed quietly, his thoughts still lingering.
The stranger hummed." A gentleman such as yourself should have a better excuse." They replied, already moving thought the room with casual familiarity." But no matter. I won't tell, your secret is safe with me."
Mobius gaze caught a glint of gold, an earring shaped like a small dagger. It was intriguing.
“I could ask the same of yourself." He says, stepping further into the room." Why are you here?"
The stranger’s lips curled into a mischievous grin, like they had been expecting him to ask the question in return." Looking for something. Me and the Baron are old friends, we have shared history."
Looking for something?
It's then Mobius realizes, all the rooms before had been locked with the exception of this one. He glances back at the door with suspicion, it didn't such signs of being broken into.
“You’re wondering how I got in."
The stranger’s voice calls his attention. “What?"
Green eyes look behind him at the door pointedly.
Mobius hesitated briefly. "Maybe."
"As I said." The other shrugs." I am a friend of the Barons."
"And yet you are hiding?"
The stranger stops, tilting their head, curls falling to one side, as they take Mobius in." We are not on the best of terms."
"Ah." Its Mobius turn to look amused, chuckling softly." You have an answer for everything."
He decides then that maybe he isn't in the worst of company and the thought of going back to face the aftermath of what happened was not something he was ready to face, so Mobius sank into the nearest chair.
The stranger raised an eyebrow." Yes, well, one must be prepared for all occasions." With that they resume their search, Mobius watching closely, curiosity growing.
“Will you be staring at me with such close attention the entire time?" The other asked without turning.
Mobius shrugs." Perhaps. There is not much else to do."
“I have a suggestion, you could read one of the hundreds of books around you."
He leans back, eyes still on them." This is far more interesting."
The stranger narrowed their eyes." You are easily impressed."
“I’m Mobius." He offered." Mobius M Mobius."
They turn, book in hand." Mobius M Mobius? That is your name? Your full name?"
"Yes." He answers.
“You are mocking me."
“I am not."
The stranger gave them a long look, still skeptical to believe him. Mobius smiled" You know, usually one responds by sharing their name in return."
They roll their eyes." You can't expect me to give up my name that easily, we have only just met."
“Yes, but we are in each others company. We've made small talk so, shouldn't that count for something?" Mobius asked, his voiced tinged with hope, eyes searching the strangers face for a sign of openness.
The stranger shook their head silently and returned to their search.
Mobius shoulders slumped at the response. He didn't want to push his luck. After all, they had only just met, and he didn't want to risk being asked to leave the study, where else would he go to hide?
“Loki.” The word came softly.
Mobius gaze lifts towards them "Loki." He repeated, testing the name on his lips. "It's nice to make your acquaintance, Loki."
Loki continued their search, offering no further acknowledgment. Mobius appreciated the quiet that settled between them. For the moment, his anxiety had washed away, and he felt more like himself again. He leaned back against the leather chair, eyes remaining on Loki, curiosity ever present, what where they looking for?
Somewhere between his thoughts and watching them, Mobius felt his eyelids growing heavy. His breathing slowed and before he realized it he had lost himself to sleep.
Mobius didn't know how long he had been resting, only that he recalled a sound, a soft humming. After a while he slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by Loki’s presence. They had taken a seat in front of him, book in hand, dark curls falling over their face.
“The sleeping beauty awakens." Loki teased, their tone light and playfully, making Mobius feel suddenly bashful.
“I apologize." He stresses, sitting up in the chair where he had dozed off. "How long was I out?"
"Not long. Just enough for me to get bored." From Loki’s expression, Mobius could tell they hadn't found what they were looking for. He opened his mouth to speak but Loki was quicker.
They closed the book with a loud thud, green eyes meeting his." So, why were you looking for a place to hide?"
"Pardon?"
"Before, you said you needed a moment alone. You looked distressed as if something had happen." They said, a glint of interest in their eyes.
"Oh, that," Mobius sighed." I would rather not recount the experience. Let’s just say that I made a fool of myself in front of everyone, including the Baron. He must think of me a silly man." A sad laugh escaped his lips as he recalled the moment, the barons piercing gaze, how humiliating to have caused such a scene.
"I see." Loki said, relaxing slightly." Do you know the Baron?"
"No, not really. I have heard of him only." It wasn't entirely truthful. Mobius had seen him once in passing during a walk. The Barons carriage had passed by, and he had caught a glimpse of him, a strong profile that had mesmerized him, filled him with curiosity. “It doesn't matter now, does it? I ruined the moment. I hardly doubt that he would want to speak with me or spare me a glance."
Loki tilted their head to the side." You think of him with such high regard?"
Mobius grew quiet, his hands fidgeting with the seams of his sleeves.
"You do." Loki laughed. “Well then, let me share with you this, he is a bore like any other. I would advise that you throw away whatever foolish ideas you have of him." They exhaled, a bit annoyed." His opinion of yourself shouldn't matter. I would even argue that you are in better company."
A small smile tugged at Mobius lips. “Your company, I assume?"
"Yes." Loki hummed." Far better."
“Then I should count myself lucky that we crossed paths." His gaze drifted to the book in Loki's lap." What were you reading?"
Loki shrugged" Constellations."
"Constellations?" Mobius asked surprised.
"Yes. Nothing else caught my attention. One can only do so much, it was either this or continue watching you sleep."
"You watched me sleep?"
"I-" It was Loki's turn to look bashful." Watched may not be the best word. I was just making sure that you were still alive. Breathing."
"I see." Mobius chuckled softly. “Thank you for your concern."
They sit in silence. Mobius wants to ask about their shared history with the Baron, what they were searching for, what it all meant. The questions keep piling up, but he knows it's not his place to ask. They've only just met, and for once, Mobius doesn't wish to sour a newfound connection. Not that they were friends. Not yet.
"I should take my leave." He finally says, pushing himself from the chair. He couldn't hide forever. Hopefully, the guests had moved unto better things and forgotten the commotion that he had caused.
Loki nods." Still hoping that the Baron will see you?"
Mobius blushes. “You tease me."
"It's fun." Loki replies, a satisfied look playing on their features.
Mobius circled around the chair, letting his fingers trail along the leather, as he took in the study one last time. It was captivating, had he more time he would have enjoyed exploring its secrets.
He paused, glancing at Loki. “Won’t you be joining the party?" Mobius asks, the question only now occurring to him.
Loki shook their head, their gaze steady." I'm fine right here."
Mobius nods, sensing a finality in their tone, not pressing the matter further. He hesitated, words catching in his throat." If you would maybe," He stops himself, crooked smile tugging on his lips" No, I won't say it."
Loki raises an eyebrow, leaning in." What?"
"Nothing, nothing. Just a silly thought." He says, already turning towards the door.
"You can't just leave a sentence hanging like that! What kind of gentleman are you?"
Mobius chuckles, shrugging. “A terrible one, or so my mother likes to remind me."
He lingered at the threshold, casting one last look at Loki." It was truly a pleasure meeting you Loki. I hope we meet again. And I hope you find whatever it is you are searching for."
He takes them in one last time, wondering if this would be the last moment that they would share. The mysterious figure with beautiful eyes. Then Mobius steps out, the door closing softly behind him, leaving Loki to their thoughts. Their gaze lingers on the door for a moment, before drifting to the window, where the night sky stretched endlessly above them. Outside, laughter from the party echoed faintly.
He had made his way down the staircase slowly, not rushing to return to the ball. Just ahead, the doors to the ballroom loomed, slightly ajar, spilling warm light and the distant sound of conversation into the corridor. Though the earlier tension had eased, an uneasy feeling twisted in his chest. Mobius wasn't ready to face the crowd.
His gaze drifted to a tall window partially covered by velvet drapes. Beyond it was the garden, still and quiet. That, Mobius decided, was where he wanted to be, the fresh air would clear his mind, help him breathe.
Mobius stepped out into the night, leaving behind the party that he had been so eager to attend just hours earlier. He had come to terms with the fact that any plans he imagined in his mind no longer mattered. Surely the Baron had invited him out of courtesy, perhaps even by mistake.
He ventured deeper into the garden, just like the manor it was a magical place. Nestled among the greenery Mobius discovered a tranquil pond encircled by statues, their stone forms intertwined with vines, seemed to have been left forgotten.
Mobius felt an irresistible urge to capture the scene. He settled on one of the weathered stone benches, taking out a small sketchbook, and, without giving it a second thought he began to draw. The pencil glided across the paper in delicate and fluid strokes, one after the other, the drawing coming to life on the page.
He was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the soft sound of footsteps approaching.
"May I join you?" Came a calm, steady voice.
Mobius jolted, startled. His eyes snapped toward the source of the voice, it was the Baron, Helmut Zemo.
"M-My Lord." He stammered, quickly rising to his feet and brushing his vest in a flustered attempt to compose himself.
Zemo gave a gentle shake of his head." Please, you are a guest. No need for titles."
He could hardly believe it. After what had happened he didn't think that the Baron would want to speak with him.
“Of course." Mobius replied. “Thank you for the invitation. It's a great honor." He could feel his nerves creeping in, the weight of wanting to make a good impression pressing down on him.
Mobius glanced around him in an attempt to ground himself." You have a beautiful garden."
The Baron's gaze lingered on him. There was a flicker of something, curiosity, perhaps even something deeper, that Mobius couldn't quite place.
“I should be the one that is honored." Zemo said softly, sincere in his words. “I never imagined my garden would draw the attention of an artist as talented as yourself." His eyes drifted to the sketchbook still in Mobius hands, the corners of his mouth hinting at a smile.
"Oh!" Mobius had nearly forgotten about his sketchbook." You know of my work?" He asked, almost incredulous. The idea that Zemo, the Baron, knew of him and was familiar with his work felt surreal, Mobius could hardly believe it.
Zemo nods, his gaze soft. “Yes, I've been to your showing. Your work is truly captivating, I had hoped we could talk about it tonight, but..." His words trail off, hanging in the air between them." You disappeared, I thought that you had left."
There was a quiet ache in his tone that caught Mobius by surprise. This wasn't what he had expected, he had assumed that he had ruined his chance.
"I..." Mobius drew in a deep breath, brushing the back of his neck in an attempt to calm his nerves.
The Baron raised a hand, shaking his head gently." There is no need to explain. Are you alright now?"
He blinked, lips parting slightly before he found his voice." Yes, I'm fine now. Thank you." It was strange, in his mind he had imagined that Zemo would be upset with him. But instead it was the opposite, he was worried for him.
"I'm glad." Zemo offered a small smile in return." May I see it?" He asked, gesturing toward the sketchbook in Mobius hand.
“Of course!" Mobius couldn't hide the excitement that lit up on his face, his nerves momentarily forgotten as he handed over the sketchbook.
Zemo accepted it with a graceful nod." Would you mind if we sat?"
Mobius shook his head, and they settled beside each other on the bench, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. His heart beat faster, the nearness of the Baron was making Mobius even more aware of his surroundings.
He watched as Zemo carefully studied each page, turning them with a deliberate gentleness. Mobius had never imagined that the Baron would be looking at his sketches, especially here, in his garden no less.
"These are beautiful." The Baron murmured, his fingers brushing lightly against the paper. His touch lingered on one of the pages, the one that Mobius had been sketching just moments before.
He looked up to meet Mobius gaze. There was something unspoken in his eyes, a tenderness.
His heart quickened. They were close, closer than he had expected, there was a certain intimacy to the moment unlike how Mobius had imagined.
“I would like to commission this, if that is possible." The Baron says, voice soft." This drawing, I would love to see it in your watercolors." He returns the sketchbook back with care, his fingers brushing Mobius for second.
Mobius held his breath, trying to steady himself." Of course. I would be delighted." He takes the sketchbook, placing it in his lap." Do you have anything specific in mind? Any preferences for how you would like the piece, apart from the use of watercolors, of course."
The baron shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips." I trust your talent. I leave it entirely to your criteria."
“I hope that it lives up to your expectation." The thought that the Baron wanted an original piece from him was overwhelming, Zemo would own one of his paintings.
“I am sure that it will exceed them." The baron replied, glancing toward the pond, hands resting calmly on his lap.
The sound of the party drifted from the manor, the music weaving gently through the air, spilling out through the garden. Mobius was at loss for words, unsure of what more to say. It felt like a dream. He wasn't just in the Baron’s company, he had also been commissioned for an original piece. The night was turning out more magical than he expected, all those hours of practice hadn't been in vain after all.
They stood side by side in silence. Mobius mind raced with thoughts, one after another in an endless stream, as his eyes settled on the garden before him, a small smile settling on his lips.
Distracted, he didn't noticed the Barons gaze had shifted to him. There was a look in his eyes, something tender, almost yearning, and yet there was a tinge of sadness as well.
Zemo stood, hiding his expression." Would you do me the honor of a dance?" He asked Mobius, extending his hand in invitation.
Mobius stared in disbelief. The Baron had asked him to dance? Him? His mother wouldn't believe him, no one would.
Speechless, he nods, taking his hand in his." I-I'm not a great dancer." Mobius confessed." I might step on you." He paused." I will definitely step on you."
A soft laugh escapes the barons lips a he shook his head." That is fine, I will lead." He placed a hand behind Mobius back, drawing him slightly closer.
If Mobius heart had been racing before, now it thundered in his chest, insufferable and relentless, drowning out the soft music that flowed from the manor. The warmth of Zemo's gloved in his was all consuming, a warm spread through him.
He hesitated briefly, then placed his hand on Zemos shoulder.
Slowly, Zemo stepped to the side gracefully, guiding Mobius with him in practiced ease. Mobius followed clumsily, stumbling on his feet, whispering an apology as he did.
But as they swayed under the moonlight, something shifted. Mobius began to relax, each step became deliberate and confident. He was lost in the moment that they were sharing.
It was just the two of them, hands entwined, eyes locked.
Somewhere within the manor, near one of the windows, a figure lingered in the shadows. Green eyes narrowed as they watched the two men dance, a frown creeping on their features.
"Tsk" clicking their tongue in quiet disdain, Loki whispered." Of course."
With a final glance, they turned away from the window, disappearing from view.
notes: Something I wrote a few weeks ago to try to get through the day. I'm not going to finish it but wanted to share it! part of the coffee shop au :) (please ignore the title i didn't know what to write)
warnings: none
word count: 477 words
Mobius rushed into the study, dropping into the chair so quickly he nearly knocked it over. It been a month since he last seen his partners, with Loki on tour promoting their new album and Zemo travelling constantly for modeling gigs, there hadn't been much time to talk. But today the three of them had made an effort to video call.
Sure, there had been texts and the occasional late night phone call, but this was different. Mobius couldn't hide his excitement at seeing them, thankfully he managed to get off work a little early, barely escaping the evening rush hour at the coffee shop.
He turned on the computer, bouncing on his feet with anticipation. If someone had told him a year ago that he would be dating not just Loki but Zemo too, he wouldn't have believed them. And yet, here he was now.
The notification popped up on screen. He clicked it immediately, heart racing as the call connected. A familiar sound chimed and there they were.
Loki and Zemo.
Loki appeared to be backstage somewhere, the green jacket slipping off from one of their shoulders, curls falling down their face while Zemo looked cozy in a hotel room, wearing glasses and a comfortable lavish robe. Both were engaged in an argument, voices animated.
“You wouldn't know good music if it hit you in the f-" Loki cut off mid-sentence, the silence settling awkwardly as Mobius stared at them, trying contain his laugher.
"Don't stop on my account." He said playfully, lips curling into a grin. “You both seem very heated. Maybe I should leave?"
Loki rolled their eyes while Zemo offered them an apologetic smile." We thought that you wouldn't make it."
“Sorry, traffic was a nightmare. I thought about joining on my phone but I sort of forget it at home." He confesses.
"Mobius."
"Angel."
They said in unison, fond exasperation in their tone.
He held up his hands in defense. “Yes, yes, I know. I need to be more careful." Mobius said, settling into the chair with a sigh." But it's fine. No need to give me that look, now come on. Tell me about your day. Humor me."
Their expressions softened. Mobius had missed this. Missed them.
Loki was the first to go." Well, the concert went better than expected. We have two more cities to go, and then I'm home."
I'm home.
Mobius felt silly, missing them as much as he did. He couldn't wait to have them back here with him. He wouldn't admit it but he had felt lonely without them.
Zemo picked up from where Loki had left." I will also be home soon. There is one more photoshoot and then I'll be taking a brief break."
"You know," Mobius hummed." I did ask about your day, you are barely giving me any details." He teases.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Loki (TV 2021)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius
Additional Tags: Whump, Blood and Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Protective Loki (Marvel), Protective Mobius M. Mobius, They/Them Pronouns for Loki (Marvel), Feelings Realization
Summary:
The ambush had taken them completely by surprise. The mission was meant to be strictly observational, so they didn’t bring any backup. Nor had they brought any of the protective equipment they normally would have. They were ill-prepared and when the bullets began flying there wasn’t much they could do.
Preview of Chapter 1 of The Painter, The Baron and The Thief.
It's then Mobius realizes, all the rooms before had been locked with the exception of this one. He glances back at the door with suspicion, it didn't such signs of being broken into.
“You’re wondering how I got in."
The stranger’s voice calls his attention. “What?"
Green eyes look behind him at the door pointedly.
Mobius hesitated briefly. "Maybe."
"As I said." The other shrugs." I am a friend of the Barons."
"And yet you are hiding?"
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