"We are awaiting your arrival," the General's burr came over the tiny speakers. His full features flickered on the green tube, he was dressed in full uniform and Master M could make out the shadowy outlines of his fellow conspirators.
"We land in one hour," snapped Master M. "Our itinerary has not changed. What is the purpose of this disturbance?" Master M leaned into the range of the video pickup letting the garish light cast his features into a demonic caricature.
"We require assurances," the general replied smoothly. "The incidents at the border have led to unwanted attention from agencies that we did not wish to be involved."
"Your concerns are nothing to me," Master M hissed. "If I allowed you to proceed as you desire, your entire operation would of collapsed, being managed by the slow and incompetent. "
"Now you listen to us," howled an outraged gentleman from behind the General. "You're a bloody hired hand and we dinnae sign you oop to run aboot like Jack Sprout! Do ye're damn job ye blasted numpty!"
"General restrain your companion," Master M said with an air of distain. "I'm already displeased with your snooping and leg dragging as it is."
The General turned and made a motion. The sound from the speakers hissed and crackled but no noise came over them. The General turned back and adjusted his jacket. "Shall we continue?"
*************
John peered around the corner as Stefania, Maureen, and Rebecca, gathered behind him. "All clear," he announced softly as he turned the corner and scooted down the hallway, the ladies following. Large Red Letters proclaiming LANDING BAY blazed in the bright white hallway light.
Rebecca turned to peer back down the way they had come. "It's too quiet John," she said as she raised her skirts a tad higher to keep them from swirling about her feet.
"Aye, but don't ever question good fortune," John replied as he stopped at a large sealed door. "Even the most skilled need the gods to smile down on them from time to time." He gripped the wheel centered on the door and his shoulders straining briefly before the wheel began to slowly turn releasing the pressure and the door opening with a pop!
"Now quickly ladies," John said. 'We must not be late for high tea."
"I'm afraid Mr. McBride that you will have to cancel your engagement," Master M's voice drifted scratchily over the airships comm system.
To Be Continued........
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