Outlaw: Fighting for Dawn
Disclaimer: I don't own Night at the Museum
A/N: Continuation of Outlaw, pairings still apply.
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Prologue
Jesse leaned against the wall of the Western Wing, examining the exhibits, from forever immobile trains to stagecoaches which never went anywhere, wanted posters of people he barely recognized, often in groups, talking amongst themselves. Even waxworks like himself from different scenes depicted in the wing were discussing, explaining, doing business.
He sighed, wondering what was becoming of him. He'd recently overheard McPhee tell one of the night guards about an outgoing transfer, just when he was getting used to waking up.
His eyes drifted to the scene at the back of his display, which now portrayed a town he was entirely unfamiliar with, with posters of people he never even saw before in his life, and there was one man who watched him intently from the town square, a man with a harsh face and eyes of stone, which was very hard to look away from and even harder to shake off as if it were nothing.
He turned his back to the picture and walked out of the wing, but he could still feel the cold eyes boring into his soul as if everything which protected it had been reduced to butter.
The lobby, however, was packed with exhibits, and Jesse could put his mind at ease almost immediately. He carefully noted the absence of certain key players, such as Tally and Ahkmenrah, who were usually almost fixed objects at gatherings like this.
"Have you seen Tally?" Ahkmenrah asked, taking Jesse entirely by surprise.
"Wha-oh, no. Ain't seen her."
"Oh, then perhaps she's had to get the results of her drug test."
"They test for that stuff now?"
"Of course, it's a job requirement. After all, she's done it before."
"'Kay, then, if it's a regular thing. 'S long as she'll be back."
Ahkmenrah walked into the crowd and all but vanished.