A cat has two eyes, but eighteen claws
"Yo!! Bambino!" A gruff voice called out that stupid nickname he was stuck with, and it was none other then the Italian janitor. Not that he had anything against Italians, being one himself, it was just that janitor specifically.
"Yes, Mr. Zeenith?" He asked as he set a book he was replacing down with a sigh.
"Me 'n the crew are closin early. Some 'inda metro showa" Mr. Zeenith said as he cleared his throat loudly.
"Meteor, Meteor shower Mr Zeenith, metro is a subway and also an internet service." He said in a tired voice.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just get out the door and lock it." Mr. Zeenith said as he walked off before the poor boy could acknowledge he would do what he was asked.
An hour passed as he was walking from the library to the main door. He was in his own world by now as the circle skylight that was over the main part of the museum suddenly shattered, something crashing down to the middle floor as he quickly turned around to see what caused the crash.
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Historical Fictiona story of a historian who gets roped into an adventure with gods of another time
