Just as Mr. Love was was passing the home of the WDA’s Uncle Theo, the tree inexplicably burst into flames.
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The room was blindingly bright. Therein Slim discovered Mrs Love–mourning gown, high-buttoned collar, tippet–sitting in a wing chair.
Leaving Gim, Slim moved on through cracks and crevices to Mrs. Love’s chamber door. Ajar, it emanated no light but rather darkness visible.
Slim found getting into prisons even easier than getting out of them. Slithering along vile darkened corridors Slim encountered a sibling.
Slim, who now DID possess the incriminating evidence against Mrs. Love, approached her house for an unannounced business meeting.
News spread that the mission had failed and that Mr. Love was NOT happy. The WDA made a surprise visit to Uncle Theo, who lived in a tree.
So. Expecting to see incriminating footage of his mother, Mrs. Love, Mr. Love was indeed surprised at what was on the memory stick.
However: Slim had overheard the plan, intercepted the drop, and swapped the memory stick for one with random irrelevant downloads.
It was a cold drop. The WDA was to find a memory stick wedged between bricks. And there it was. Just like it was supposed to be.
At 11:59 am the Well-Dressed Albatross landed in the city square, composing himself in advance of his mission.
