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,” she tells me.
    “Yea ,” seems like the only thing to say, so I do with a smile.
    “If you need help getting happy again, I can do that” - she exclaims bouncing up to her knees and smiling mischievously at me.
    Then the phone rings. I think we’re both a little dismayed at it. “Don’t!” she tells me, but I do.  I reach over and grab the phone.  It’s a Protectorate call.
    The team must be needed.
    I answer and find much to my surprise it’s Alistair Burningwood – the chancellor of the Protectorate and general big muckity-muck. I am never contacted by this man directly, only through layers at his command.   This must be something.
    After a round of pleasantries, he tells me there is a dark practitioner in Covington that must be “addressed.”  He lets me know that the normal assignment via email through the secure-net will not happen as the phones and lines have been compromised.  He gives me an address.
    “Arthur, be very careful and keep phone silence ,” he tells me.  “We will be express mailing you a new phone. It should arrive tomorrow. Things are beginning to turn ugly Arthur, events are unfolding that are unprecedented. Please take care of this for us, as quickly as possible.”
    I try to ask him about what these events are.  All I get is a , “we can’t be sure the phones are secure.  You will be briefed after your mission.  At this point I can’t promise you that your arrival isn’t known.  My phone is secure, yours… enough said. Go and God speed.”
    And with that he hangs up.
    “What is it Arthur?” my naked fairy princess asks me. 
    “It’s work Shey ,” I tell her. “It’s time to get going.”
     

Chapter 7
    Christophe LeBlanc w as coming home after a long day at a neighbor's barn.  He was assisting with the birth of a calf and unfortunately it went breach.  Luckily for the calf and mother though, he was there.  Christophe by day is a country doctor, helping person and animal alike.  But he is also a healer adept of the Hands, a league of spiritual healers and members of the Protectorate.
    Driving back in his Renault sedan he is thinking of nothing but joining his family.  Then he notices the helicopters firing upon his hometown of Libourne. Yes, it is in the distance, but what is going on could never be mistaken. Warfare. 
    There are explosions and the distant sounds of heavy machine gun fire.
    Panic sets in, followed by his foot which makes the sedan lurch forward, whining at the demands presented by its driver. 
    He sees the explosions as jets from above drop payloads upon his home town.
    Then those jets are engaged by others.  He slams the vehicle to a stop and watches the dogfight ensue from above.  They wind around each other and intertwine and one jet shoots down another. Other jets streak in and take out the helicopters strafing the town.
    After viewing all of this calamity, he puts the car back in gear and presses down on the gas pedal again.
    Christophe looks on, won dering if his family survived. Wondering if friends survived.  Wondering why he wasn’t there to help. 
    He cries and still moves ahead; he can’t help but think it looks bad and feels worse.
    Why?  Who? He asks himself.
     

Chapter 8
    We pack the minivan and I drive us to the site.  I wanted Sil to drive, but she was having nothing to do with it.  I tossed her the keys and they just flew past her.  I know the cataracts are just for show.  She just chose not to pluck the keys out of the air like she normally does.
    We ma ke it there without event.  Upon arriving we circle the area in typical fashion.  It’s an abandoned industrial facility – large metal building, with no signs of security or troops protecting it. 
    That only means they’re inside.
    After a perimeter run or two we agree that we don’t see any cameras, so we stop at the side to the entrance and unload.  First in would be Sheyliene.  She’ll do an aerial reconnaissance and tell of any discoveries.