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23:46, Tuesday 16th December 2014. Bariloche, Argentina.
Sweat tore down Sarah’s face as she brandished her hand toward the snarling hybrid standing in the way of the Argentinian Sanctuary’s front door. She summoned the last of her strength, shadows curling around her wrist as her coworker and best friend Angie swept her arm toward the sky, calling on her Elemental powers to expose the beast’s stomach. The shadows formed a black spear, whipping through both air and flesh as the animal let out a blood-curdling howl, entrails flying everywhere, and the two women landed on the ground, covered in perspiration and dark ichor.
“That was tough.” The Australian Necromancer touched down, wiping her brow. “Let’s not do something like that again, Ang?”
“Come on, that was exhilarating!” Angie replied. “You’re just lazy.”
Sarah sighed, and shook her head. “Just not looking forward to the spiel with the Argentinian Government, which I have to try and diplomat in Spanish.”
“Fair enough.”
“Gracias. Eres, um, eres, wait no, it’s usted es amable.” She smiled, hoping they’d take pity on her rather terrible language skills and not revoke the payment they’d just made the pair.
The Grand Mage looked at her with faint disapproval etched onto her face, but waved her hand in a clear dismissal.
“Phew,” Sarah sighed. “Gracias.”
Angie grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the Foyer. Sarah gave a last nod of respect, before she vanished around the corner and the Grand Mage gave a sigh of her own.
“Dude, we weren’t done!”
“Yes, we were. Come on, man, we have to catch the plane.”
“Wait, plane? You’re not flying us?”
Angie raised her eyebrow. “I’m exhausted, and we have to meet our next client in Norway tomorrow. You honestly expect me to manage that?”
Sarah sighed. “I guess not, but we’d better be in first class. I am never doing economy again, I’m telling you.”
“We’re in business. Shut up and drive us to the airport.”
“I hate talking to the natives.” Sarah muttered, belted into the plane.
“Yeah?” Angie responded, turning her head to face her friend.
“I really should know my languages better. Maybe if we split the job, I learnt some and you learnt others? Like Spanish? I don’t know how to speak Spanish for fuck’s sake.”
“Calm down, but, okay. You’re better at languages than I am, but I can try and help out somewhat.”
“Cheers.”