Angelique smiled as she and Serena listened in on the microphone they had planted in their cabin.
"See dear, I told you Kuryakin was nearby, and of course they'd talk."
" I wonder why they are after him?" Serena asked.
"Hurry darling, we can make it to this Zohar's cabin before they do...tossing Napoleon's clothing everywhere will take time for him to find all the bits, especially his pants. I put them someplace special."
"Angelique, you are the Master...or should I say Mistress."
"No darling, a tactician. I suspected we'd need to delay them, even if for a few minutes."
