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Heathrow, or else good-night.”
    There's a short pause; I hear muted conversation in the background. “All right, he's on the way. When will you be here?”
    “We'll be there as soon as we get off the phone.”
    “Good, come then,” he orders, severing our connection.
    Ruth looks at me with an arched brow. “Somehow, I knew you would help. It's like I'm feeling your emotions.”
    “Is that right?” I ask distractedly.
What's Dobie up to? Is he behind this scenario, to ensnare me?
Government agencies will do whatever they deem necessary to get what they want. Even at the expense or death of the civilians they're sworn to serve and protect.
    She backs away from me with a sheepish look. “I'm sorry about earlier.”
    Startled from my distraction, I look down at Ruth.
Why did she have to mention the dog food fiasco? My stomach is finally starting to settle down.
I swallow a few times, trying not to remember the taste of the dog wormer, then ask, “Are you ready to go?”
    “Yes.”
    “Close your eyes,” I instruct her.
    She moves farther back. “Can't we drive there?” she asks, with a nervous smile.
    “No, no time.”
    She starts fingering her necklace. With a heavy sigh, she concedes, “Okay, I'm ready.” She closes her eyes, stiffening up, like she's waiting for me to hit her. An hour ago, that was something I was definitely thinking about.
    Placing my hand on her arm, I focus on the airport terminal and BLIP! Teleporting to the airport is easy, since I was there earlier today. We materialize at the terminal gates, near a group of armed, tough, and capable looking soldiers, with black berets and submachine guns. These are the type of men mothers' dream of dating their daughters … in their nightmares. They look like English versions of Rambo.
    Their leader is a tall man with white hair, no rank insignia, but a military bearing, squared shoulders and ramrod stiff backbone. An impeccably dressed man in an expensive suit is talking with them. “Said they would be here shortly,” he says haughtily to the taller man.
    “Dobie,” Ruth says softly.
    He turns at the mention of his name, his face tightening. “Merlin?” he asks with a measuring look.
    “Yes, Arthur Merlin,” I affirm, giving the same appraising look.
    “I'm Commander Dobie of MI6, in charge here,” he says in a deep, condescending voice, then waves to the men in his group, “and Major Breckenridge, leader of the Alpha Team and his terrorism response unit.”
    The Major snaps a salute. “Sir.”
    “Relax Major,” I tell him, “officially, I'm not here, and you probably outrank me anyhow.” Several of his men snicker softly. Turning to Dobie, I ask, “Commander, when will the terrorist leader arrive?”
    He glances at his Rolex watch. “Should be any minute now, Merlin.”
    “Major, have your men form up around me, at ease. Dr. Burns, wait over there, out of the way,” I instruct, shooing her away. With a frown, she stamps over several feet, then stands there, arms crossed, tapping her foot. “Gentlemen, I'm sure you've worked with Commander Dobie before. Everything you see, hear, or even imagine you see or hear, is classified,” I brief them. “How do you feel about terrorists? Not just any terrorists, but specifically the ones on that airplane. Speak freely, men,” I look around at the tough faces of Alpha Team.
    One Alpha Team member, a short man as wide as a doorway answers, “I'd as soon split 'em open for fish bait, sir.” There's a general murmur of assent.
    “Do all of you feel that way?”
    “Yes, sir,” is their resounding reply.
    “Okay, I'll get the terrorists off the plane, men. Be aware, at that point, I'm sure they'll open fire on you.”
    Dobie pipes up, “What are you trying to pull, Merlin?”
    “Oh, just killing two birds with one stone,” I say with a crafty grin.
    “But that'd be murder, man!” Dobie disputes vehemently.
    I ignore him. “Major, if terrorists open fire on your men, will you fire