The week had been busy. As much as Roger would have preferred, Bea was mightily distracted from her revisions. She tried hard, even decided to not go and gather up her father’s paperwork until after she'd sat her last exam. But that hadn't stopped her mind from wandering to all the possibilities of just what had happened to her father, of what it was that had been deemed so important that he had to be murdered for it. 

She knew she'd not done as well on her exams as she possibly could have, but she also wasn't too worried about failing them either. She might have scored half a dozen points lower than she could have, but she'd still get high marks and in the end it wouldn't matter much one way or the other. She'd have no problem getting her degree in the end. 

But finally, her last exam was over and she waited no time getting to work on this mystery of her father’s. Thankfully it had been a morning one a d she'd skipped right over lunch and instead gone right to work. Despite the issues that had occurred between her father and the University in the years before his death, they had been kind enough to allow Beatrix to store the bulk of the papers in a secure place on campus mostly used for professors who were either out in the field doing research or on sabbatical. They'd seen the error of their ways before his passing of course, but by then, her father had wanted nothing to do with them. Bea had thought nothing of the schools offer to keep his things, there had been nothing of her to be suspicious of at the time, and there had been nothing that had set her off about it either. She had known the men who came to her door a few months after his funeral her whole life, she knew deep down that they were just doing her a kindness, even if it was a selfish one in the hopes that after she'd had time to go through it, that she'd donate over whatever of his research she wanted to to the school itself. Not because they wanted him dead, she was sure, but just because they understood the value of the knowledge in general that her father had gathered over his years. And besides, aside from the custodian, she had the only key to the room in which everything was kept. 

She'd sent word the night before to Roger to meet her there at noontime, and to bring light snacks if he so desired. He tended to grumble about not eating when she got distracted more than she noticed that it had maybe been several hours since she had last eaten. So she went on ahead of him, turning on the lights and getting started going through the list of what was where so she knew which boxes they'd need to go through back in her rooms. She was pleased to find that the room was untouched when she entered. Not even the custodian had been in since she'd locked the door roughly seven months ago. Who ever was after this, had either not been able to get in here, or hadn't yet figured out to look here. Either way, she needed to be careful, so she locked the door behind her, placed her glasses on her nose and began her work as she waited for her companion to join her.

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Things had been sailing smoothly aboard the [i]Valkyrie[/i]. They'd had a short two day trip to the continent, a delivery of persons more than goods and on their return, work had started again on the engines.

Of course parts were needed, and Will left it up to their new mechanic to handle it. It was his job after all  and if he couldn't handle that, then he was rather useless. And he'd been pretty good so far.