Chapter 98
November – 3,390 BC
Earth: Annual Meeting of Ubaid Regional Chiefs
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki'ili
MIKHAIL
"Come, my fine feathered friend," Chief Sinmushtal of Nineveh slapped him in the back with far more familiarity than was appropriate. "You must tell me more tales about how these female angels of yours smote you in battle!"
Mikhail cringed. He feigned taking another sip out of the long river reed to pretend he was just as tipsy as the other eleven chiefs assembled here, as well as their shamans, major tradesmen, and chief enforcers.
Chief Kiyan grinned and lifted a mug of a different concoction an emissary that had come down from an Anatolian tribe had brought, made of a fermented grain they called 'rye.' Nasty stuff. At least he'd had enough sense not to drink that one
