Decision made, Mark turned.

"Follow me."

Reaching their office, he found April was already back. She watched - curious but silent as Clark hesitantly came into the room.

"April doesn't bite unless provoked. By the by, April Dancer, this is Wayne Clark. Clark, my partner, April Dancer. Now, take a seat and tell me what sort of rubbish you've been fed."

April looked bemused by Mark's comment, but stayed silent. Clark looked uncomfortable enough as he took a seat.

"I . . what rubbish?"

"What has Warren told you to make you think you can't speak with Mister Solo?"