'Ish a pity about Hagen.'
'Yes. A pity.'
'What do you wish me to do with her?'
'Let me think about it. Our problem of course, is that she's the only one who knows how the blasted things work. I would not trust the others. They would make unforgiveable mistakes.'
'Of courshe. I will keep her here then?'
'For now. I will have a look at her files, see what she has been working on. I'm sure I can work it out. Tell Cunningham I will be late to the House today.'
'Yesh Ma'am.'
'And I think it is time you went on a little errand of your own. I want Stagnetto. I want what he has taken. I will have what is mine.'
'And the agent?'
'Yes, him too.'
Darkness. Footsteps fading.
Kath counted 300 decimal points of pi, then risked opening her eyes a crack.