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Private manor owned by Globo-Fashion


Ms. Hawk quickly moved to me. “Are you all right?” she asked.

“I’m doing fine. I assume you followed my signal.”

“Yes, we’re in the Hamptons. We still have to be careful, there are several guards outside.”

“And who are these gentlemen?” I asked, gesturing to the caterers. “I assume that they aren’t just caterers.”

“Oh right. I figured Ms. Swan and I could use a little assistance. These men are old associates of mine from before I joined the team. This is The Chef,” indicating the man dressed as a chef. “This is The Carpenter,” pointing to the man with the tool belt. “This is The Green Glove,” indicating the man with, what else, the green gloves. “And this young fellow is known as The Chair Mangler,” indicating the last of the foursome.

“Thank you for your assistance, gentlemen,” I told them.

I turned to Ms. Hawk. “We need to rescue our associates.”

“Do you know where they are?” she asked.

“Not exactly, but they are somewhere downstairs. I managed to get my transmitter down to the prison area, but I don’t know exactly where that is. Can we still track it?”

Ms. Swan answered. “We won’t be able to get a good direction here inside the building, but our tracking unit should let us know when we’re getting close.”

“That will have to be good enough.” I turned to the four gentlemen. “Gentlemen, would you keep watch up here so we don’t get any nasty surprises.”

The Chef answered. “Of course, just call if you need us.”

“Good, ladies, let’s find our comrades.”