Sherlock and Ahiga, Games spin off.

[thefallout]

"They use to call this snowmageddon." Ahiga watched as the white flakes fell slowly, but constantly, on to the forest outside. It had been coming down since early morning, and a thick white layer already laid over everything. He knew if he went out, the whole world would be small, quiet. It was one of his favorite times, now.

But he had a feeling this storm was going to be big.

A pack of elk meandered past in the snow, looking more like big, dark ghosts than anything else. He twisted back, squinting to see Sherlock in the gloom behind him.

"Any luck yet?"

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[thefallout]

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger. Or, meticulous historian..." Ahiga's voice was distracted as he twisted to one of the monitors near him, squinting at the screen as information scrolled past.

The machine hummed back, and his nose wrinkled, as he clearly found nothing of use in the symbols slowly scrolling past there. He stood, going over to see what Sherlock was looking at.

"If they suspect anything, it's not us." Or, if it was, they were being particularly conservative about it, which wasn't really their style. "But I haven't heard anything much about anything from 13 lately."