Chapter ? A meeting of friends
They stood in the dark. “Can you believe it?” one said. There was a deliberate rustle. A piece of paper being waved in evidence. “It’s all here.” said another voice. “Just like he said it would be,” a third voice added. “I don’t like it,” a fourth voice joined the conversation. The first female voice. “And I didn’t like him.” “You made the promise.” It was the first voice again, followed by silence. After a moment, when the steady beat of the rain on the jet windows began to dominate, a fifth voice joined in, female and quick: “The promise? I liked him for a while, but I hadn’t seen him for years. When he died, I…” There was a catch in her voice. “What is the promise?” “It doesn’t matter now he’s dead,” the other female voice responded with a hint of a snarl. “Can’t you see?” came a sixth voice, rich and deep. “He’s not dead. He used it. And we haven’t even made it yet.” A light of any kind would have revealed the sudden wonder and amazement etched on their faces. Understanding soon replaced that, followed by concern and then anticipation. “We’ve got work to do.” And within a minute the room was silent once more, as six figures strode off into the night. Sent from my thingamajig