Song Of The Wolf

He spent a good ten minutes running his hands across the walls, checking behind furniture for any creases in the wood that shouldn’t be there or any hidden handles or buttons, but to no avail.

Stamping his feet in frustration, he cursed long and hard.

“DAX?” Tamriel’s muffled voice reverberated through the room. He stuck his head out of the door to the holding area and listened.

“DAX?” Her voice somehow seemed quieter out here; it was definitely coming from inside.

“DAX!!” she shouted again.

“WHAT?” he barked back, frantically searching the room for the location of her voice. Damn female had found the entrance to the bottom of the boat before he had, he was sure of it. And Maker, did that do a number on his pride.

“MOVE THE STUPID RUG PLEASE!” she yelled. He glanced down at the floor, cursing himself for his lack of detective skills. Always check the friggin’ floor. Telling his male ego to go to hell, he bit back a curse and shoved the rug aside revealing a nicely polished wooden floor, in the middle of which was a square hatch. As he moved towards it, the hatch popped open and Tamriel’s long black and red hair and green eyes made an appearance.

“I’m sure you knew this was here anyway right?” She grinned at him.

“Yeah, I was getting to it,” Dax grumbled. He would have found it eventually. She was a private investigator now; it made sense that she would find hidden hatches with ease, right?

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