”Good morning, Bettie. Yes, please, with a side of hash browns.”
Bettie poured coffee and produced a copy of this morning’s Shangri-la Gazette. Kit was halfway through the “Scout Reports” section-which comprised at least a third of the small newspaper-when the klaxon announcing the closure of Primary sounded. Kit grinned “Bye, Margo. Have a nice, safe life.” He settled deeper into his chair, sipped coffee, and continued reading the latest reports from young time scouts who were busy continuing his work into all manner of unlikely places and times.
”Well, what do you know about that?” Some lucky scout over at TT-73 had pushed a gate into the middle of the Russian palace built by Catherine the Great and had inadvertently caught her in flagrant delicto with one of those infamous Russian boars ….
Kit chuckled, then raised a brow at the purported offers generated in a bidding war between up-time porno outfits. The clever scout had brought back a videotape.
Another scout, over at TT-13, had returned from a hair raising trip into the European Wurm glaciation with an anthropologist’s ransom in documentation on Cro-Magnon lifestyles.
Sometimes, Kit really missed his old life.
Bertie returned with his breakfast and a smile. She glanced at the open newspaper. “I see you found the story on Catherine’s palace.”
Kit chuckled. “Yep. Lucky mutt.”
Bertie rolled her eyes. “Personally, I think it’s disgusting what the porno outfits are offering him. And who’d want to sleep with a giant hog? Now, the scout who took the video is another matter.–She winked. “Any lonely time scout needs a room for the night ….”