Aum Shere - for @onlystarisee

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There were very few career options left for a former military man who had been summarily disgraced and forced to leave the service. Harry Wells refused to play politics and when he saw both waste and abuse, he dealt with it. The problem was the lieutenant he'd dealt with had friends in far higher places. Couple that with his rather abrasive personality, and it wasn't long before he was left in Alexandria Egypt with very little means.

But in the last ten years he'd made a name for himself. Harry knows the sands and the desert. He speaks Arabic and Berber fluently and has kept more than a few idiot academics from dying on their digs.

Not a bad way to live, really.

The library is used to seeing the lanky, dusty stranger occasionally stalking the corridors and today was no exception. He has a new contract and a new expedition to lead.

If he can find Dr. Morgan, that is.

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"Harrison," he corrects absently. "Yes. Harrison Wells." A brief handshake before he's pulling his hand away and attempting to put his focus back where it belonged, the expedition. Not on that peek of dimple or the way her smile seemed to make the rest of the world around her dim when faced with such brightness.

"The expedition will be ready in three days." Two if he pushes it. "And I just want to go on record again that going to Aum Shere is a categorically bad idea. There's a reason it's been avoided this long, a reason the Berbers call it cursed."

But he'll still go. Money is money and with the changing in seasons coming up fast he can't afford to be picky.