William picked up his mobile (A/N: Us Brits call cell phones mobile phones) and dialled a number. "Hello?"
"It's me."
"Oh! Good morning sir. How can I help you?"
"Bloody coppers came to close to nicking me last week. I've given them the slip so far, but I don't want to press my luck. Make arrangements to get me out of the country."
"Yes sir."
"What's the word on Dru?"
"We're doing all we can sir. If she were in a regular hospital, we should have been able to rescue her upon transportation into police custody. As it is, our options are very limited."
William tightened his grip on the phone. "Isn't there anything you can do? Anything at all?"
"We're trying sir. As it is, even if we could get her I wouldn't recommend it. She's not strong enough yet."
William sighed. "I suppose. Bloody mob. She even wanted to go back, if you can believe it."
"You've got to have faith sir. She survived those bastards in Prague, and she'll survive that institution. We don't have the medical capabilities to heal her. They do. And once she's strong enough, we'll find someway to get her out."
William sighed, knowing he was right. "All right. Make the arrangements immediately. Oh, and make sure it's somewhere out of the way."
"Of course sir. I hope you have a pleasant day."
"And you. Goodbye Marcus."
"Goodbye sir."