#is because Gerard offered her free access to Sascha's email inbox

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Actual WIP Wednesday

RS-adjacent, but not part of the fic itself.

In the midst of the SchreckNET crisis, Nastasya gets a phone call from the last person she expects -- the creator of SchreckNET himself.

He offers her a deal.

A French accent came out through the speaker. “You still there, Vykos?”

“I’m here.” Nastasya uncovered the mouthpiece.

“My colleagues said you’re good for your word,” said Uncle Smelly. “You have Athanasios turn up at the Statue of Liberty in an hour at most, and we’ll deliver payment — everything we’ve got on Athanasios — immediately. It’ll be unorganised because of the short notice, so you’ll have to sift through the raw data yourself. Oh, and it’s his email archives. Hope that won’t be a problem.”

“Not this time,” said Nastasya. “This may count as a need anyway.”

“The most important one will be the report I’ll lay on top,” said Uncle Smelly. “I wrote that one myself after the fledgling met Athanasios five years ago.”

“Five years ago? The plot thickens.”

“Like I said, you’ll want to see it,” said Uncle Smelly. “We have a deal?”

“We have a deal.”

“Then you better be able to follow through, Vykos,” said Uncle Smelly. “Hope you know what to say to get him there in an hour.”

She didn’t, but he didn’t need to know that. If it fell through, then she’d find some way to make it up to the Nosferatu. She had no intention of burning any bridges and the ones she was used to interacting with generally trusted her. Well, as far as any Kindred could trust another. “I’ll handle it. Honour to speak with you, Uncle Smelly. You can leave the package at — “

“Don’t worry,” said Smelly, “I know your address.”

“Well, now I am worried, thank you — “

Smelly hung up without another word.

“Well, great," said Nastasya. "The Nosferatu know where we live."

Norm sighed. “Good thing we’re moving soon.”