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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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Spooked
A Drabble
By Gumnut
16 Nov 2003
It was eerie.
The familiar script, the golden monuments, the architecture.
It breathed the word Goa’uld.
His footsteps were silent, and he could hear the soft movements of his team as they followed him quietly, as wary of their surroundings as he.
His hand inched towards a weapon he didn’t have, itching to feel its reassuring cool metal, the death that stood between him and the enemy.
But it was missing.
And the walls loomed.
Foreboding.
Evil.
“Boo!”
He spun, reflexes singing.
A pair of blue eyes blinked at him impishly.
“Damnit, Daniel, behave, we’re in a museum, for crying out loud.”
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FIN.
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