Chapter 62. Days 3 and 4: What Happened in Venatores? (1)

2021, February 20th. Imperium, Warlanda

Aaron’s pace rapidly increased as he balanced the files in his arms while simultaneously trying his damndest to avoid any more interactions with Flynn or Cameron. He eased the door to the archive room open and entered, hoping for some peace and quiet. Just as he was letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way through the empty aisles to seek out a desk in a dark corner that he could hopefully hide out in, he bumped into them and almost jumped out of his skin.

Aaron: Shit! What are you two doing here?

Aaron dropped the stack of files in his hands on the desk Troy and James were seated at, threw himself down in the seat beside James, taking the glass of whiskey out of his hand and downing it in one go. Setting the glass down, he picked up the bottle and took a swig.

Troy: Playing hookie and hiding from Henry.

James: Mostly the latter. What are you doing here?

Aaron: Hiding from literally everyone.