"Robin, my old friend, I want to be on the same page transcribing history together. I think you have something in the perfumery that could rock this world again. Can I show you?"
Puck was doing his level best not to react - or even to think - he would have to save this for later.
"Very well" he said slowly.
"Very good" smiled Forsythe. "Come this way."
* * *
"The science is not my own - I had help of course...”
Puck looked across the room they had walked into, genuinely surprised to find that hotel suites could be this large and adapted to industrial means. There were thirty or so white coats enlisted there - all with heads down tapping data onto flat glass keyboards. One of the technicians caught his eye as they approached, and his heart sank all at once.
"Our Chief Technical Adaptor - I believe you know him?"
Puck did know him alright, or at least thought he had done ... it was Nervina.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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