Alcohol & Economics - Something Dangerous - Part 1

“What’s taking so long? We’re on a tight schedule.” Maxwell ground his teeth against the cold. He hated the cold with a fiery, burning passion. It was just his luck that he was stuck using a plain overlap in the middle of the fucking tundra to move his (mostly illegal) firearms shipment from the human world into the world beings like him inhabited. It was taking so long, though, and Maxwell was beginning to lose feeling in his fingertips from the cold.

“I know, Boss,” A rather gruff voice hissed over the radio. “We’re having problems trying to get through this rift.” Maxwell sighed; this was not the first problem they had run into in this part of the snow capped tundra, the first magical one, yes, but they had no choice but to push on, or else it would be their heads that the Iranians would have on pikes first.

“Your paycheck and your life depend on it, so make it happen.” It was Wynn who made the call from somewhere above him on the slope. The weather was slowing transport, and if things continued the way they were, he could almost guarantee there’d be a path to follow. Dyeus was definitely not smiling upon him today, and Maxwell knew it.

“You heard the lady, get a move on.” He followed the shadow of his sister up the slope. The sooner they broke into the next physical plain, the sooner they’d be well out of the reach of Sutekh. Everything could continue smoothly through old, little known channels far from the chaos god’s reach.

There was a crackle in the air, but the siblings paid it no mind. Electrical releases weren’t uncommon when breaking heavy barrier spells, and some of the strongest spells kept humans and magical beings from coexisting. A flash of green, however, was relatively out of the ordinary in the white expanse that surrounded him. He lost sight of Wynn soon after that, but wrote it off to the increasingly violet temperament Dyeus’ snow storm was taking on. All his internal warning signals began having some serious problems with Maxwell’s calm demeanor when the faint taste of black powder coated his throat, however it was too late for the hybrid to react as darkness consumed him.