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“It may not be the preparation that’s delaying them,” Peter said. “The biggest thing they’ll be waiting for is confirmation that their targets are all together. We need to find out the same thing because that tells us how long we have left to plan and how we’re going to prove what they are doing.”

Lydia was about to suggest that they’d best attack the hanger itself and record what the men were saying when the female reporter’s phone rang. The woman scowled at it before answering.

“What now!” she asked in a cold tone, then froze. “You’ve got who on the line? Are you serious?” She listened for a moment then held out the phone to Alexandra. “The Prime Minister wants to talk to you.”

“Well, at least that part worked,” Alexandra said before taking the phone and walking into the corner to converse privately. Well, as privately as was possible in a room full of telepaths.

Politicians are liars, Alex, Matthias said telepathically. Don’t forget that.

I know, Matt, she replied. But after tonight he needs us. But just in case…. She turned and made a gesture to the unicorns. Would one of you come and listen in? I think your gift should work over the phone.

Of course. Ebona trotted over to her.

Tell him what we’ve learned tonight, Peter said. Warn him against gathering the Cabinet in one place and ask him to make it look like they have.

A trap, she said. An excellent thought. Now excuse me. Her shields went up then, blocking them all out.

When she returned a few minutes later, she looked pleased.

“He believed me about the coup and is going with Peter’s suggestion. He also wants to come here to negotiate – and I don’t think he was lying. Us winning so easily shook him up and hearing that the military may be plotting against him at a time when he needs them in a way he hoped he never would scared him witless.” She paused and hesitated. “He’s a bit worried about the ruse, though. He thinks some of the people around him may be involved in the coup attempt. He’s trying to figure out who he can trust to not alert his enemies that he’s on to them and how to prevent those he can’t realising he hasn’t called a meeting like they expect.”

“He tried to lie about a few things – mostly denying he knew about tonight – but most of what he said was genuine,” Ebona added. “Especially after Alex told him what Lydia had seen. He said he didn’t know he was being plotted against – which was true – but I think he suspected.”

“I think so too,” Alexandra said. “We can’t do much about his end so let’s deal with ours. Is Ian ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” he said. “I feel much less tired but stopping a drone and broadcasting it to the world is going to be hard anyway.”

“You’ll do fine,” Sarah said. “I have faith in you.”

“I hardly know you but I can tell you are skilled, so I do to,” Peter said before turning to Jean who had returned with Sarah. “We need to get some body armour and helmets for the people coming with us. I’d prefer no civilians die on my watch.”

“We have ours,” the male reporter said. Indeed he and his colleague were both wearing blue bullet proof vests and helmets with Press written on them in white. “I never thought we’d need this in the UK.”

“I noticed,” Peter said dryly. “But Ian and his support will need some.”

“I’ll see to it,” Jean said. “I’ll have to grab it off some of the guys.” He vanished out the gym door.

“Usefully, the Prime minister did tell me where they would have been meeting,” Alexandra said. “Apparently they are outside London because of the crisis. So as long as he manages to keep it secret on his end we know where the drone will be going.”

“That makes it easier then,” Peter said. “We’ll send two teams – one to the hanger and one to the target. If we fail at the hanger I’m sure one of you can shoot a drone down.” He looked around as Jean returned with a couple of other privates carrying the armour. “Ah, good. Get this on and let’s really move out.”

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