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need to do more to separate the healthy from the sick within your residences.”
    “Yes, my Lord.”  There was a tinge of relief to Andrew’s voice.  I knew it was because he needed someone else to take action.  It wasn’t because he was weak himself; he was simply overwhelmed with what was happening to his Pack.
    “I’ll send Doctor Higgins to you with a medical team and all the equipment you’ll need.  He’s the best we have.  He’ll get to the bottom of this, Andrew.  And we’ll raid a damn hospital if we have to.”
    “Thank you, my Lord.”
    “I want reports every few hours.  I’ll contact you via my Voice so you don’t need to worry about getting to a phone.  If I try and speak to you at a bad time, you will tell me.  Agreed?”
    “Agreed.”
    “You’ll get through this.”
    “I appreciate the support.”
    “You know it’s why we’re here.”  I hung up the phone and turned to stare out of the window.  A flock of birds flew one way then swung round and flew back again.  I watched them until they disappeared from view.  Then I grabbed the chair I’d just been sitting on and threw it at the window, smashing the glass.  The alarm began to peal and two wolves rushed in to check on my safety.  I just stood looking at the fallen chair, frustration and despair seeping from every pore.
     
    *
     
    “So you think I can help?” the Arch-Mage stated, once I’d finished outlining the situation to him.
    “Our doctor is taking blood samples of everyone who’s succumbed to this red fever.  They’ll be here this evening.”
    “The thing is, Corrigan,” he said with frank honesty, “we can’t cure disease.  Believe me, we’ve tried.  We can help alleviate a few symptoms but even then only for simple infections such as the common cold.  Magic can do a lot of good.  It can even change the world.  But it can’t do everything.”
    I nodded.  “I understand that.  I’m not looking for miracles.  But if we can find the source of the initial infection, then we have a better shot of developing something to fight it.”
    “Then I’ll see what I can do.  In return…”
    I wasn’t surprised.  “Yes?”
    “In return we are having a problem with some lubber fiends up by the Scottish border.  There’s an outpost there.  Perhaps you can provide some aid.”
    “I’ll see to it personally.”
    The Arch-Mage frowned.  “I’m sure that won’t be necessary.”
    I tried not to smile.  He didn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty; apparently, as leader of the British mages, he thought it was beneath him.  It wasn’t an opinion I sought to disagree with but it also certainly wasn’t one I shared as far as my own status went.  “I’ll sort it out.  Set up a portal this evening.”
    He shrugged.  “As you wish.”
    I saw myself out of his office although I was forced to endure an escort out of the building.  I was just at the main entrance, however, when I spotted a familiar figure.  I strode over, ignoring the mage trotting at my heels.
    “Floride!” I shouted.
    The mage, who’d been leaning nonchalantly against a wall, looked startled.  He bolted upright as I approached.  “Corrie! Dude! What a pleasant surprise!”
    I looked him over.  Neither his manner of speaking nor his dress sense had improved since I last saw him.  He appeared to be wearing some strange Hawaiian ensemble that clashed dreadfully.  I shook my head to myself.  “Where’s Mackenzie?”
    His eyes widened even further.  “Uh … who?”
    He knew exactly who I was talking about.  He also seemed to think I was born yesterday.  “Mack,” I snapped.  “Werehamster.  Nasty temper.  Dyes her hair.”
    “Ohhhhh, Mack.  You should have said.”  He began to turn and leave.  I grabbed his arm.
    “Where is she?”
    “I don’t know.”
    I glowered at him.  It would be useful indeed if Voice compulsion worked on more than just shifters. 
    “Dude!  I’m telling the truth!  I don’t