[There's a pointed moment in which Charlie's hand floats toward the bridge of his nose. He pinches there - can feel the distinct stab of a headache right above his fingers - and breathes out. Christ. Does this make him a martyr or something?

A masochist, maybe.] --No. No it's not a book, you-- it's a violin. You know: bit of wood with strings you saw on to make music. [He makes a few exaggerated hand motions, splitting a derisive look between the two of them.]

But you're right: the missions are mostly random. Hence the list. [Charlie taps the tablet, defaulting back to the list in question. It's not short.] The more specific ones aren't terribly time sensitive - the mission dictates the job. [He shrugs. Jumping through time isn't an exact science, alright?] That said if we get close enough to the fiddle, we'd each get about 15k.

[Which is chump change compared what to the thing's valued at, but astronomical in this economy. Nothing to scoff at anyway - and theoretically worth the wait. Bonus points as there was virtually no risk. If they somehow boffed it, they'd wind up back here with reasonably little skin off their backs.]