Wild Academia Keeping up with the professor(Closed)

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Professor was her title but she was far more at home in the field. Even if that field was a formal gathering of an exhibition or some long forgotten jungle. She had avoided any sort of assistant the university wanted to assign to her till finally the dean decided to call in an old favor that was owed solely on the principle of it all. Also returning a favor he owed as well to an old family friend which gained her an assistant and like it or not the complete opposite of her. An academic who was home only in a classroom and was in no way ready for the woman who would be his boss.

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Dahlia... Where is Professor DaViega?

The tall rather relaxed formal man walked into the office followed by a rather unassuming young man in a tweed suit. Dahlia sighed and pointed to the office.

Dean Corbin she literally just got back from Mongolia and she is...

I know... I know she is in the middle of some research for some Relic or whatever but she will not get out of here without this meeting happening.

With that he walked into the office only to have to avert his eyes and those of the young man as she was in the middle of changing her top as they were walking in.

Oh...oh my... the younger man blundered and turned away quickly as the woman turned to face them.

Dean Corbin... I hope this is a quick visit as I have a flight to catch.

Perfect timing the older man said.


This is your assistant... no you do not get a say in the matter you know that every professor is required to have an assistant. He has just arrived from Europe and his bags are in the trunk of my.car grab your bags and I will take you two to the airport.

Excuse me Cassidy snarled. You are honestly expecting me.to take a jetlag bomb waiting to happen into the field in an active hunt but also a potential warzone? Jacob I think your job is damaged your brain if you remotely think that is a safe idea.

The older man stiffened a little and sighed.

I know it's not ideal Cassidy but you have no choice. My hands are tied are you ready to go?

She looked the young man over... he wasn't without his charms and looks but she maintained her anger.

Fine just dont get in my way.

Wouldn't... wouldn't dream of it professor. Right then... where are we off to?

Egypt... was all she said as she walked out of her office to her secretary and smiled.

You know the drill... will he be meeting me at the airport or the hotel?

Hotel... reservation was made for one though Cassidy should I call and change it?

Yes see if you can upgrade it to one of the suites please. And...

I will inform the museum of the additional person traveling with you.

I approve every dime you request for even the strangest of things. I accept without questions 95% of the time you running off to aid practically every government on the planet you will do one thing I demand.

The dean stiffened up only to clearly rethink his stance when she turned on him like a pack of wolves.

And I bring this university and its museum millions of dollars in artifacts and revenue consistently while teaching classes and attending whatever half baked meeting or conference I am packed and able to go to. A d as for those world governments how many of them have been so grateful they have donated money to departments of all kinds and to the university itself thanks to my work. I will not be held responsible if anything happens to some assistant you demand I take. You will be is that clear?

The dean quickly nodded and hurried her bags to the car without another word

Once on the plane she sat back going over the information glaring at anyone who neared her. He finally got up the nerve to speak sitting beside her.

I have never heard anyone speak like that to a dean... it was... quite... impressive... if not a little... frightening.

She simply looked over at him then back to her research for a moment before speaking.

What cultures are your primary focus in your historical studies and since when does the CIA turn agents into Universities as Assistants to professors who have told them to go to hell every time they have.tried to recruit me? I am not my father nor am I anything like my father. Is that clear?
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Shit... he had hoped she wouldn't remember his involvement. Like that was fucking possible. They had been involved. Hell he would have loved to continue their... whatever it was connection... love... romance... but the stampeding Buffalo that was his direct superior had used their connection to try to blackmail her into helping hunt if not hand over her father. That was the beginning of the end. She told him go to hell finished the mission they were on and when he woke up she was gone. Finally he answered her.

Shortly after Morocco... I also told Deputy Director Shaw to go to hell. I found myself working in the field more helping an old friend of yours a Dr Reese. I was also introunced to... The good Dean and Reese said he needed a better leash on him for you.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“And so the Agency and I parted ways. Not divergent, though; apparently we’re in parallel. You too. I’m here because I wanted you. That is, your knowledge and expertise. I’m still in ancient Mideast and the Mediterranean, though I do go broader if the subject leads me there. But I’m mostly interested in the ancient and medieval historians -and their sources. It’s mysteries and artifacts that don’t make sense in the archaeological context that interest me. And you.”

He paused to see the Professor’s reaction. And to see her. Yes, his attraction to her - physically and intellectually - was still there, but would it work out this time. Thee was no Section Head to fuck things up. At least not with direct power. Would the Agenciy’s demands screw things again? Eamon O’Riley was determined to forge his own way in his current pursuits. Fuck the Agency.

“Yes, I’m still interested in you, in your studies and field work. And I think I can be of help as your assistant, both in the documents and in the field.”

 

[Asa]

Hearing Reece calmed her temper a little.

I get any suspicious feeling of you having any more ties to the agency and this ends os that clear?

She held out the file.

How much do you know about the necklace of Velnar? Made by the Slavru priests for their prince to give to his bride. And the mind control powers it allegedly had? Well there is a very real chance it's been found... in Egypt? The very place it was allegedly stolen from before it could be delivered.
Unfortunately it's location is in the middle of an outskirts warzone and I am sure We are not the only ones that know about it surfacing.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Ibn Al Fazeed, the historian from the school at Timbuctu retold the tale in 1149, reporting that it had been lost with all lives when the entourage was lost in a sandstorm on their way to delivering the necklace. Al Fazeed was sure it was just a traveler’s tale, but a few other sources suggest i was a true story. There have been rumors of it being found over the years, the latest just this year. That story placed it in Libya, though.”

He took a moment to think about it.

“How sure are you it’s there? It’s a very dangerous area, and even more dangerous if others are there looking for it. I don’t think we’d like to be killed on a wild goose chase.”

 

[Asa]

Wild goose chases pay off more than you think and when you learn that relic hunters from all over the world are making there way to the region believed to be Velnar and the ancient "evil" temple of the Slavru priests. Wild goose chases become too good to pass up. Anyways the town build in the area by Relic hunters con men assassin's and various ethically challenged brotherhood and organizations has some of the best coffee in the region.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Why didn’t you say that earlier. A good cup of coffee is worth the risk.” O’Riley said half-seriously. “It seems we’re already being booked to go. And with the Museum’s approval, I presume from what I heard your secretary say.”

The assistant was certainly up for the chase, be it for coffee, necklace, or wild goose. His field bag was packed and ready to go, as usual; a short trip home, a few things more packed, and he’d be ready to go.

“What is the word on the necklace? Has some local found it? He’d best be careful; there are agents ready to kill for such a prize. Or might some locals be trying to pull a fast one, like they did on Evans with the Minoan Snake Goddess?”

As he headed home for his kit, O’Riley pondered the parallel lines. The CIA wanted the necklace for its reputed mind control properties. He wanted it to unravel an archaeological and historical mystery. And Dr. DaViega? Did she want it for the glory and excitement? He knew from his past with her that those were important to her, but was there something else in this relic hunt?

 

[Asa]

Once on the plane she sat back going over the information glaring at anyone who neared her.

Evan's was an idiot.

She took out a tablet like device and checking a few things growled shoving it back in her backpack.
The museum of Cairo and a couple.of others have an agreement with me. Certain esteemed board members or contributors or staff members agree to share information with me in exchange for my ability to get things that were taken illegally back into the hands of the countries or people the items belong to.

Getting back to the necklace why was it back where it was made instead of half way to the young princess it was supposed to be a "gift" for? If as you have said this Intel is legit? The last prince turned king of the region. So ruthless and volatile as to end up wiping his own people.outnin his rage. Why would they risk his rage to take it back to their temple? Getting the princess to him and under whatever control they believe the necklace holds would have been in everyone's best interest to keep the prince happy.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Perhaps everyone’s been looking in the wrong place for the explanation,” Eamon O’Riley proposed. “Let me see what I can find in the wrong place on line.”

He turned on his laptop, connected to the plane’s system and started searching. He immediately received a coded notice from the firewall that it had been compromised.

Damn CIA, he thought to himself. Well. They can be dealt with easily enough. He had his own security program to see him through hackers. The key was to let them believe they were still inside his work. His program paralleled what he was doing, but with an algorithm that transformed it into something similar but not what he was really doing. Now the Agency would think he - and Dr. DaViega - were is search of the relic in a completely different area.

“Here’s something, Cassi . . , I mean Dr. DaViega,” he said, unconsciously slipping into the familiar names they had once used. “It’s a tale in a Meroitic papyrus in the Vatican Museums’ archive.”

Once he had the Doctor’s attention, he continued.

“It’s the story of ‘The Dutiful Princess.’ It seems she was betrothed to a neighboring prince to seal the peace between the two kingdoms. Each town in her land sent a special piece of jewelry for her to wear as dowry to her intended lord and husband. It was said that the panoply of jewels would ensure her faithful obedience to the prince. On the way to her prince’s capital her caravan saw they were to be overtaken by an enormous sandstorm. There would be little time to escape, so the princess resolved to stay with her retinue and die with them. She stripped off all her jewels, however, and sent them with a servant and the fastest horse in the entourage to return them to her father. It is said that the king, in his sadness sent each piece back to the town that had given it; he wanted no reminders of his lost, dutiful daughter.”

He turned from the screen to face DaViega.

“At least that’s how I read the Meroese text,” he said. “Perhaps it’s a story of the same event. There is much in common between it and the necklace of Velnar.”

 

[Asa]

Except backwards...

The prince had the necklace made and the magics done in secret... presumably a servant told the father or Uncle... and... the gift allegedly left the palace before it could be stopped.

Strange a tale going in the opposite direction exists too.

She sank deep into thought till they announced the arrival in Cairo.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Not so strange, Dr. DaViega,” O’Riley noted. “Remember, I am a specialist in ancient myths, legends, tales, and histories. As things get told and retold, the details change and stories even may become completely inverted. In Sumer, they wrote of Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth, standing under an apple tree and declaring she had an incredible vulva before going off to drink the God of Wisdom under the table. Two millennia later it becomes Eve eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge and being thrown out of paradise. The problem is trying to figure out what is factual and what has become the story.”

O’Riley continued his research while the good doctor was deep in thought. Their descent was announced, and he shut down his laptop for the landing.

 

[Asa]

She sighed and waited for them to land. This was going to be nothing but a headache and of all people she had not only the Dean but Reece to blame as well.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

O’Riley sensed the professor’s annoyance with him; he’d felt it often in the early days, even when they were closer. She was headstrong and opinionated, he felt, but he admired her for her willingness to follow her instincts, and mostly she right. He decided to stay out of her way as much as possible, but still be helpful.

“Dr. DaViega,” he said to her as they rode to the hotel, “I’m here to be your assistant, and that’s what I’ll be. Whenever you may want something from me, I’ll be here. But otherwise I’ll work on my own projects in history.”

With that, he shut up and waited for whatever she might want. And if not academic interaction, he hoped she’d might want to resume the physical interactions they had enjoyed once before.

 

[Asa]

Arriving at the little hotel she simply nodded to his statement and was about to check in when a sickly slimy voice called out.

Cassidy... baby... why am I not surprised to see you here.

As if used to what was about to happen the bell hop backed away as Cassidy spun around decking the guy approaching them. A pleased smirk gracing her lips seeing Garrett James laid out of the ground rubbing his jaw blinking.

In theory I might deserve that but Cassi...

What in the Hell are you doing here? She growled.

The older desk clerk lifted a hand to the young man with her and the soldier who started to approach. The deskclerks face seemed to very clearly say... it's not worth trying to stop her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

The desk clerk needn’t have motioned to Eamonn; he knew DaViega well enough - she was more than capable of dealing with what she had started, and he wouldn’t dare interfere. He was more concerned with the soldier.

The soldier was armed, and O’Riley wanted to make sure that arm wasn’t used. E stepped over with a smile on his face and addressed the soldier in Arabic.

“She a tough one, brother,” he said, “and it looks like she’s had a bad time with that fellah before. I think we should let them sort it out, okay?”

The soldier was pleased, first of all, to be addressed in his mother tongue by a European, and secondly, to be absolved of any need to get involved. He relaxed and gave a little laugh.

“Agreed,” he replied. “Let’s just watch and enjoy the fight.”

So the soldier and the assistant settled in to see what might happen next.

 

[Asa]

Cassidy stood ready as the idiot actually stood up and offered to hug her again. Another punch sending him toppling down once more. She then looked to the soldier and spoke the local dialect as if nearly born to it.

Is commander Nayat still in charge or did the old coot finally retire?

The man told her the commander was still there.

Good go get him and inform him that Garrett James will need a ride to a hospital on his way to prison for antiquities theft. I promise to leave him the ability to speak at to write at the very least.

Hearing him trying to get up again she growled and turned ready to continue kicking his pompous pampered ass till the authorities hauled him off.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

If the soldier was pleased to hear Arabic from O’Riley, he was ecstatic when the woman addressed him in his native tongue. DaViega could have had anything she asked for once she spoke his language. All Eamonn understood was the name of the Doctor’s victim.

Garrett James! The infamous jet set dealer in artifacts. Stolen artifacts for the most part, though he’d yet to be convicted. There were international warrants out for his arrest, but he was good at flying under the radar. Why, though, did he risk it all to greet Cassidy? And risk her wrath again when he got up and tried again to embrace her? Had he also once been the Professor’s lover, O’Riley wondered. It must have been a strange intimacy, he concluded, if James would get up for another punch in search of a hug.

The soldier clearly had understood DaViega’s instructions; he took out an old flip phone and called his boss. Then he trained his rifle on the man as the good doctor stood ready to kick his ass.

“I’ll finish checking us in, Professor,” O’Riley said, “while you finish your business.”

Back to the front desk, then, and registering for their rooms.

 

[Asa]

Garrett didn't seem to see the rifle as he continued to try to win her over only to end up with a couple of cracked ribs at least and a broken nose clearly and Cassidy still ready to fight.

Nayat walked in a strange combinaltion of a 80 something yrs old with a prize fighter body and nodded to the guard to catch the man next time she knocked him on his ass in 3...2...1.

Cassidy.. my friend... you and I have a long over due coffee and let my officer deal with him. What you ever saw in him... I will never know... even your father... hate him. He is how they say in that Sinatra movie Crooked hood.

Nayat... you should be enjoying retirement and those two great grand babies.
Cassidy hugged her old.friend and introduced him to O'Riley.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Commissioner Nayat,” O’Riley said as he shook hands with the old man.

He turned to the Professor.

“We’re all checked in, Dr. DaViega,” he explained. “I’ll go with the porter to get our bags in the room. I’ll be back then, but I’ll leave you to coffee with the Commissioner.”

Upstairs in the elevator, then, and into the rooms. He was pleased to see that the secretary had booked interconnected rooms; this way if DaViega needed him, neither would have to go out in the corridor. Back down stairs, and he gave Cassidy her key card and told her which room it was.

“I’ll be at the bar if you want me,” he said.

 

[Asa]

Nodding she sat and spoke with her old friend for a bit learning of others seen around the city or any unexpected tours into the area.

Making her way to the bar.

I am headed to the museum

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Well,” Eamonn said, “I’m your assistant; I should go with you. What’s on the agenda there?”

He finished his drink and got up to leave with her.

 

[Asa]

Finding out their list of who all is hunting and look over some findings thus far before I decide if we get sleep and go at first light or if I go and you get sleep

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“I’d prefer to go with you; after all, I’m your assistant. Besides, if there are others on the same search, it might be better if there are two of us out in the field. The competition might get a bit rough.”

 

[Asa]

I would also prefer not to be in that field with a jetlag bomb waiting to happen

Let's go

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Once at the museum the pair were ushered to the head curator’s office. DaViega introduced O’Riley to him, and the curator, in turn, introduced them to his graduate assistant, Mariam.

“Be so kind as to show Dr. O’Riley around while I meet with Dr. DaViega,” the curator told his assistant. “I’ll page you when we’re finished.”

“Call me Eamonn,” O’Riley said to Mariam as they began their tour.

“You are Arab?” Mariam asked. “You look northern European.”

“It’s Eamonn, Irish,” he explained, his red hair and pale skin contrasting with her olive complexion and long, jet-black hair, “not Ayman. The names just sound the same.”

He discovered that her thesis, now almost completed, was on “Legend, Lore, and Artifacts: Lost Ships in Ancient Texts and Oral Traditions.” It was a topic close to his own specialization, and the two were soon engrossed in academic conversation.”

 

[Asa]

Garrett James is here... as well as the usual hunters but Cassidy...

He or one of his brotherhood are in the village aren't they?

He is here... he did not want you to know but I do not hold loyalty him. No one in the village does nor anyone in the museums. You know this. It so you k ow your young assistant...

Was CIA may still be... yes but Reece sent him so I will go alo g for now. Now down to business. Is it real...

The necklace yes... does it still hold power... that we do not know but... Arina is interested in it as well so.

The man shrugged use that info as you will.