[DAY TWO 07:30 PM]
They drive fast to make it hard to be attacked. Clover is on the lookout. Although she hates the thing she's carrying in her hand. Even in her small hand the tiny revolver seems microscopic. But the ammunition makes it as dangerous as bigger guns. The ride carries on uneventful. Mandy is a good driver and Clover hopes that she can keep her cool in a dangerous situation. They drive the cars and the motorcycle up to the garage. Clover is out the car almost before it comes to a full stop. She quickly strides behind it so she can form a living shield to Mandy. Luckily all is quiet. Clover sees Bob's car drive in the street. Mandy walks up to her and she starts out towards Bob's car.
"Mandy do you want to get killed?" she yells jumping between her and the car. "You don't know who is in the car."
"Clover aren't you, perhaps a tiny bit paranoid?"
"Mandy, if I get an assignment I try my best to do it right." Bob slowly walks towards the bickering girls. He's laughing. The girls turn on him.
"Oh, oh," says Bob, "cool, I'm not laughing at you ladies."
"You know all," Mandy suddenly says in a tiny voice, "these are the situations I always dread. The fact that you're no free person any longer. You're locked away as if you were a criminal. I'm very grateful for what you all do for me, but ..."
Clover puts her arm round Mandy. "You know, I think I understand you Mandy. I would get the creeps as well. I mean, I'm doing a job, all you can do is worry."
They all go into the house. Britney and Sam first, Clover with Mandy and Bob closes the parade.
Britney and Sam have already split up and are searching the house.
"See what I mean Clover. I have no more privacy. This is my house, but you guys are all over it." Clover walks Mandy to the coach. She does understand what Mandy is trying to say, but can't help her. She sits next to the unhappy girl. Unintentionally she starts caressing Mandy's hair. Mandy rests her head against Clovers shoulder. She wished she could sit this way the whole evening. Her arm drapes automatically round the blonde girls middle. Clover looks down on Mandy. Why have they been quarrelling all this time? She doesn't really know, but it seems pretty pointless now. Her thoughts wander back to Alex in the hospital bed and earlier on when Mandy was covered in Alex's blood. Mandy stood strong then. The tiresome training gets to the girls, who slowly drift off to a snooze.
When the three spies come in the living room, Clover and Mandy are fast asleep in each other's arms.
"We better go to the kitchen," whispers Sam. Softly they walk to the kitchen.
"Let's check the weapons." Suggests Bob. The next hour they dismantle each firearm and make sure they're all in top working condition. After a while, Clover walks in and starts to help.
At irregular interval they check the monitors and go look in on Mandy.
"Shouldn't we put her in bed?" Asks Clover. "We can hardly let her sleep on the couch. She had a hard day."
"Who takes the first guard in her room?" Wonders Britney.
"If you guys don't mind," answers Clover, "I would like to." The others nod in agreement.
"Sam, maybe you and I can get some shut eye now and we can relieve Britney and Clover later on." While the three go upstairs, Bob carrying Mandy, Britney checks the monitors.
Sam and Clover undress Mandy and put her in her pyjamas. Sam goes to her bedroom and Clover makes herself comfortable on the spare bed in Mandy's room.