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Avalon; his own secret, private safe-hold, known only to him. Funded out of the Blackworks Bookes. Answerable only to the Queen, the Prime Minister, and Sir Kenneth Clark.
It also came with it's own contingent of shadow-agents, support-staff, crackers, champagne, and caviar-he'd planned for the day when something went wrong with Headquarters. Now was as good a time as any.
Ken was talking on a secure-cell. He handed it to Mr. Wood.
"John, Avalon's ready: you just have to say the Word. The sleepers are awakening. Britt's been found with his throat cut."
"Damn."
He cursed into the phone for what seemed like forever. His face got a satisfied look- "That's it then. Coming, Phanny?"
"You know that I can't: I promised Richard, and Wulfgar-"
"That Mangy Scots Git?"
"Yes, you know, the one who took a bullet for you in ‘The Affair of the Mayfair Faery-Queen's Affair'?"
"Oh, dash it all, why the devil'd you bring THAT up? Oh, all right, Phanny."
I turned to Veruca and Beast; They'd apparently figured out John's needs.
"You two are going to Avalon with Mr. Wood. You'll be safer there and more use to him than to me right now."
A glare stopped their protests aborning.
"You," I said to Ken,"of course, will be coming with me, to America."
"Now see here, old thing." He saw me expression, and stopped.
"Beast, you'll have to take Mr. Wood in the medical chopper-disable it's tracking-device."
"Veruca, you'll take my car."
"What about you, Ms. Phan?"
"Oh, Ken and I will be taking Beast's armoured Jag..."
(TBC)
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