Shay Carson

TUMB 04/4 Leader of hunt for Cartagena Codex, and the Rod of Supay. (See Miscellaneous). A field archaeologist with good tactical skills, a ‘tomb raider.’

TUMB 01/5 Has an attitude. “So, you been doing field archaeology long?” James sipped some of his Guinness, enjoying the roasted barley flavor. Shay narrowed her eyes. “Why do you want to know? You think I don’t have what it takes?” She had a kneejerk reaction to almost everything, and seemed interested in brooding and thinking up reasons to be offended.

She’s skilled, lad,” Father O’Banion said, his face flushed and puffy. “Very skilled. More skilled than a lot of people with twice her experience.

Shay and sex: She’d seen Brownstone checking her out, but the guy kept acting like he didn’t care. Brownstone did care. He had to. All men cared about hot women. They couldn’t help it. That was the way they were wired. That was how most men were, really—a dick tangentially connected to a pair of eyes, totally bypassing the brain. Shay wasn’t into pretending she wasn’t hot as fucking sin. Sometimes that could be an advantage when trying to manipulate men, but it didn’t mean she had to like it when men leered at her. She wasn’t a fucking piece of meat to sate their damned hunger. He might be a gentleman, or a first-rate ass. She just didn’t know what to think of the guy. That, more than anything, made her uneasy.

TUMB 01/6 It was frustrating when she was ready for a fight but the other person wouldn’t play.

TUMB 01/8 Drives a bright-red Fiat Spider.

TUMB 01/16 Shay has been too hot from too young. When I was fifteen, I caught the eye of a guy in my neighborhood. Nice guy, good looking, also happened to be heavily involved in running dust. The Oriceran shit, not PCP.” He told her to suck him off, and she refused. He beat her, she killed him, turned into a killer, for the control involved. Wanted whoever she killed to KNOW it was her. Realize dwhat she had become, one day, burned her house down, and disappeared, to live life much like Brownstone. Not a killer, but not a pacifist. Think some people deserve to die. I guess that now I just want to make sure I’m only killing people like that.”

TUMB 02/1 Shay's philosophy on the difference between men and women: it’s that women understand—like on the level of our DNA—that not everything can be fixed. That sometimes you just have to roll with it. But men? Oh, you men…somewhere you’re always thinking, ‘I can fix this shit. Just give me a big enough tool.’

TUMB 02/1 Lives in a nice two-story brownstone townhouse with an attached garage. The well-kept lawns and upscale houses was the kind of place the head of the gang lived, rather than his foot soldiers. Secutiry: tapped a code into a pad near the door, and then leaned forward for a retinal scan. Two earth-toned loveseats dominated the open-plan living room, and a huge TV hung on the back wall. Fine white carpet covered most of the floor. A quartz-topped island stood in the center of her kitchen. The overall vibe he got was clean and modern, yet comfortable.