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Chapter 5
Unexpected Changes
1015 - Undisclosed Location – UK
The couple sat across from Elvis and Laura were absorbed in their mobiles. They had boarded together and spoke briefly with each other initially, but since then nothing else existed but the small screens in their hands. Elvis studied them. If he and Georgie were together right now he would likely be holding her hand and amusing her with some silly nonsense.
"I'm all done daddy," Laura said holding her artwork in the air.
"Let's see," he encouraged. She handed her drawing over and watched his reaction. "Say, this is good. Really good. Veramente buono!" he said.
Her toothy grin was bright. "I can make you one," she said.
"Could Ya? I'd love 'at," he said handing the drawing back to her.
"Want to hear what I wrote?"
"Absolutely."
Laura flipped the pages in her notebook to the letter, cleared her throat, and began. "Cara bisnonna sono stato benissimo con pap."
Elvis sat a little taller in his seat and smiled. She was telling her great-grandmother she had a wonderful time with daddy. The story began to unfold about Daniel walking and Georgie's garden. One of the passengers across the way looked up at her once, then resumed scrolling.
"Well done. Ben fatto," Elvis complimented.
"Check to see I spelled everything OK," Laura said handing the notebook to him.
"Roger," he said pleased as punch she was being thorough. His eyes scanned the pages and she twisted her pony tail waiting for him to finish. "Yep. Good to go," he said.
"Thank you daddy. I'll mail it when I get home," she said tucking everything back into her bag. Elvis looked at his watch, his mobile buzzed and he reached it out of his back pocket, happy to see it was a message from Georgie.
Checking in. Everything alright?" the text said.
All is well babe, he sent back and smiled. Nearing Oxfordshire.
Not to alarm, but something is brewing here. Badged medical support in a briefing.
Elvis felt time stand still for a moment upon reading that. Peters?
Not privy I'm afraid.
Not surprising, he's not on the need to know list…..yet.
No one has contacted you? She had to ask.
He smirked a laugh and responded, I'm on a train George, what am I going to do?
Xxxxx
1045 – London UK
The room was opulent, meticulously decorated, not an item out of place until Reginald saw the quick flicker, then rapid flutter of the window drape. Angrily he grabbed his mobile from an end table.
"Debra!" he blindingly shouted. Debra!"
Her scurrying steps preceded her to the doorway. "What are you shouting about?" she suppressed through gritted teeth, halting when she saw the expression on his face.
"The caatt! That beast is on the drapes again!"
Debbie's eyes flicked from her husband to the window treatments.
"How I ever allowed Harte to give her that menace!" Reginald snapped, checking his phone for messages. "If it destroys those drapes I am sending him the bill you can be assured!"
"Newton hasn't been the bother you are making him out to be, and Laura loves him," Debbie said walking towards the windows to inspect for any damage.
Reginald shrugged his suit jacket on taking what seemed an obsessive amount of time to fit into it just right. "When are you picking her up at the station?" he asked.
"Oh I'm not actually," Debbie answered rearranging a vase on a pedestal.
"Excuse me?!"
"Elvis is bringing Laura home," she said slowly looking up until she gave him solid eye contact. "He intends to meet Desmond Pyle."
Reginald glared back, his throat suddenly feeling tight and hardly able to swallow past the knot of his stylish necktie.
Xxxxx
SAS Garrison – Hereford, UK
Georgie tapped her mobile against her chin with a vacant stare, only seeing the shadows in her mind, trying to sort if she should be concerned or not. Peters grimaced, certain the contact with Elvis did not bring her the relief she sought.
"Aaannnd…." he prodded moving closer to her.
She sighed as she reluctantly looked at him and said, "He doesn't know anything."
"Reckon we wait out then," Peters said getting back to task as if not a care in the world.
Georgie was not so quick to fall in. She had a vision of Elvis dressed in his black kit, balaclava mask folded back on the top of his head. The image reminded her of danger personified and what her husband was capable of should the need arise.