Milady ain't 'ad no sleep for days- nor Miss Kayo neither. She's called in favours from a lot of influential people, and they're turnin' the world inside out looking for Master John.
No one is admittin' to anything. It was almost like he went 'Kapoof!' and vanished into 'fin air.
But I 'as contacts of me own, ones not even Milady knows of. I called in some favours of blokes wot owe me, and I got a whisper. Someone wanted International Rescue out of the way. Not dead or nothin' like that, but out of action. Master John in New York givin' his lecture about space anomalies, supernovas and wormholes was just wot they needed. They broke into `is hotel room intendin' to just kidnap him, but John weren't there, so two of `em went looking for `im. They finally found `im in the gents.
From wot I `eard, they never meant to hurt him, but this one idiot 'ad brought a gun and Master John got into a struggle with 'em for it. My old acquaintance reckons it was that bloomin' Langstrom Fischler wot paid 'em. I can't go up to Mister Fischler and demand to know where John is. First, because `e would deny known' anyfink, and second because it 'asn't bin made public that John's disappeared. Just some vague announcement about 'im being taken ill and gone 'ome.
I wish fings were that simple. Master John and this other bloke both got shot, but no one knows where they went to. All anyone found was the blood on the floor. No 'ospital 'as any record of any gunshot injuries with John's description. whoever 'as 'im, I `ope they've got `im some medical 'elp. I knows what can `appen when gunshot wounds go untreated for long.
I need to find some proof about who is be'ind all of this, and fast. John could be dyin', or dead already. I fink I need to go undercover for this one. Milady will 'elp when I tells 'er.