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The roof, Monday night (after midnight until rather late)

Nadia lay on her back in the middle of the roof, staring up at the sky. Her hangover was, thankfully, long gone, and the ache in her shoulder seemed to be heading off to find it.

For once, she didn't have any music or her guitar or any brownies of anything up here, she was just lying on her back and staring up at the sky and letting her mind wander to whatever places it might go in its . . . wandering.

Or she might be taking a nap with her eyes open.

[ooc: open if you'd like to find the gal on the roof]

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"Yeah. It really has. Seems like longer. And shorter at the same time."

"I would think longer, if I had to say." He took a drag off his cigarette and took the plunge.

"I had a call from my employer tonight."

"Did he sign you up for workshops again?"

"I didn't think to ask," Walter admitted. "He was calling me home."

It took a moment for that to sink in. Then Nadia sat up abruptly.

"When?"

"Tomorrow, late." He reached out to her. "Just for a week, maybe a little less, maybe a little more."

Nadia pulled her knees up to her chest, but otherwise became outwardly calm. "To do what?"

"A mission. I'll be going to Poland. It's just a search and destroy." Behind enemy lines. To a Nazi lab.

"So you'll get to fight." Right after having been in another fight, and getting hurt. "This is the one you mentioned awhile ago, isn't it."

Walter nodded and watched her reaction carefully. "I've been waiting months to be able to do this."

"I'm glad you get to, then." Nadia's expression remained neutral. She focused on that instead of the possibilities that were springing up in her mind.

Namely that he might die while in Poland. And she'd never know.

"Thank you." She seemed to be taking it well, and Walter couldn't resist an invidious comparison to what Victor's reaction would have been.

"They aren't even full vampires. It won't be much of a challenge."

Nadia's face hardened slightly. "Don't go underestimating them. Whoever they are. Okay?"

"I won't, Nadia. But this is what I do. Not fighting tentacle demons, or robots, or any of the other things here. We are talking about my specialty." And a chance to finally get a few licks in against the Germans.

Nadia looked at him for a moment, then turned her gaze out towards the horizon. "Okay. I get that. Just . . . be careful. Don't let your ego get ahead of you."

"I will." Walter leaned toward her. "I'll be careful and I'll be back soon. I'll try to be back before we even move back into the cabins."

Nadia very, very much wanted to believe that, but she shook her head. "You'll be gone as long as they need you there. I know it's where you really want to be, sometimes."

"Sometimes," he admitted. "Especially after the 'dentist convention,' and I was reminded of what's still happening at home."

"Now's your chance to do something about it."

Nadia knew she didn't have to tell him to be careful again. Because he had to know that if anything happened to him while he was gone, she was going to kill him.

Hey, that whole "possibly psychic due to a fifteenth century prophet" thing had to come in handy for something. Maybe she could call up his ghost and yell at him.

. . .

Bad thought process.

She reached up to unclasp her St. Jude medallion and held it out to him. "Here."

Walter took the medallion and put it on, settling it inside his collar. "Thank you. I'll bring it back to you."

If he didn't, she'd probably hunt him down and mallet him. The thought made his lips twitch.

Yes, he felt bad about the fact that she and his friends would worry, but he was excited, too, eager.

"Good, because if Sophia ever heard that I gave it away . . . well, it would be bad." Nadia rested her arms across her knees and put her head down on her arms, turning to look at him. "So, we have 24 hours or so until you leave. And an anniversary of sorts. We should do something."

Walter ground out his cigarette on the rooftop and turned toward Nadia. "There's a party planned at the beach. Neither of us has ever been to an American Independence Day celebration."

Nadia laid back down to stare at the sky again, this time using Walter's leg as a cushion. "That's right. Though I'm thinking it can't live up to some of the celebrations in Argentina. It should still be fun."

Walter brushed stray strands of hair back on her head and smiled down at her. "From what you've told me about Argentina, I'm going to guess that people will be wearing more clothes, for one thing."

"It's not all nakedness. But in February there's Carnival. Lot's of dancing and yelling in the streets and getting drunk and doing all the 'bad' things for days on end, so you can go back to being good for the rest of the year."

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