Centennial Celebration

[evillurks]

On the seventh of January, in what is now 1992 in the Old Tiger's world, a gift shows up in Myra's home in New York. It's a fairly large box, neatly wrapped, and the less she ponders over that the better. On Christmas day a basket of teas and an elegant little dagger showed up, unmarked but too utterly familiar as a seasonal gift from him. This, so soon after, could make her suspect the sinister hand of someone else, but there is a small tag attached to the ribbon neatly marked with the characters Lăo hŭ.

Inside is a silk kimono robe, elegantly embroidered with a tiger. The very nature of the gift borders on daring a familiarity he is usually careful not to take with her, but it is an outer robe, at least. When she lifts it out there is also a small red envelope with a little money, of the sort usually given on one's birthday. It is not her birthday, of course, but on his centennial The Shadow has decided to take a somewhat backwards approach.

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[evillurks]

While his alternate is certainly capable of noting the date and its significance, both men prefer to focus on their work, and the Old Tiger would prefer not to remind him. Only Myra, Metody, and Ichi have received gifts to mark the date.

As far as vigor goes, he's certainly felt better, and the chest cold grates at him. It's taking him far, far longer to recover from this than he'd like, and only that continued cough has prompted him to restrict himself to lighter work. Myra should be grateful, not only that he's making some effort to take care of his health, but also that this effort gives her more exciting work than might otherwise be available.

The Old Tiger gives a couple of rattling coughs and sips his tea before he continues, mind racing down several tracks at once, as always. "The arms dealers are, for the time being, either in chaos or laying very low, so we're back to chasing down drug traffickers. I suspect ultimately the higher-ups will prove to be outside the country, but I need to pick up some more solid leads. Keep your PINpoint handy, I want to post you in a tight spot or two to listen in. How's your Spanish, by the way?"

finally. BACK for a while. /so late to all the things

[myra_reldon]

Spanish? While in her time there were enough immigrants speaking Spanish to be of some note, her background is certainly not one that inclines her to have learned the language. She gives a telling grimace and shakes her head.

"Not good. I can work on that." At least she has a propensity for languages, though certainly not to his degree. Still, she can muddle along and if all she needs to be is a pair of ears, then she can learn to understand the language enough to dig out the information he needs while playing the part of an oblivious party.