Two weeks went by, and the brillaint mastermind code-named "Papa Bear" found himself not wanting Katrina to leave them tomorrow. The normally aloof, withdrawn leader sincerely loved the girl, and didn't want her to go to London, even though he knew it would be safer for her. All day, he spent with her, or as much as he could, just holding her, or playing with her. His men politely left them alone, finding something else to do to keep them from going to the tunnel. But nothing he could do kept her from having to go. As he handed her over to the agent who came to pick her up and take her along the safe-houses to the coast, she tugged at his pant leg like she had the first night. He stooped down, and the agent looked away.
She leaned close, and whispered in his ear. "My mommy's an angel... are you an angel?" Her eyes stared into his, full of hope, and he smiled at her.
"Maybe all friends are angels," he whispered. He let her go, and as she left, she turned and stared at him. All he did was give her a wink, and an odd little smile, before slowly heading back up the tunnel.
She leaned close, and whispered in his ear. "My mommy's an angel... are you an angel?" Her eyes stared into his, full of hope, and he smiled at her.
"Maybe all friends are angels," he whispered. He let her go, and as she left, she turned and stared at him. All he did was give her a wink, and an odd little smile, before slowly heading back up the tunnel.
