"We're leaving my friend this is no place for us." she said softly. "I'm going to need you to stand out of the stall and let me saddle you, silent as ... ghost my friend."The stallion let her lead him out slowl with his head held high looking towards the open gate of the stables. It's nostrils flared as it scented unfamiliar horses, the smoke smell from the furnaces below, and the damp air of the underground. Shade wasn't used to this and Arnial could tell that he was nervous but he allowed her. Oh crap, Harris thought. An op, how inconvenient. Fred briefed him. ‘Nah, don’t want this job Fred. Not with that high octane broad, she acts as if she’s the District Commander.’ Fred grinned, pleased that Harris shared his view about the uppity Agent Meadows. Meadows and Adams were much alike but didn’t seem to be aware of it. ‘This is not Play School Agent Adams where you can choose what you’d like to do. You are hereby ordered to accompany Agent Meadows and if you find that inconvenient or. The monitor screen displayed the same words which had just been spoken. For some reason, when PLATO spoke to her, the font was different, almost like a handwriting. Marcella liked to think that she was actually having a conversation with another person, and the hand written font made it seem even more personal. She also liked to think of the console with its video screen as PLATO, but PLATO was not in the console. He was not even in the control room with its huge banks of computers and memory. Next to her, on the bed, a pile of clothes lay untouched. On the table beside the bed, a simple meal had been ignored. Her face was streaked with tears, her expression bleak and empty."Tereza," Sandy said gently. "There is someone to see you."The girl looked up. "Do you have news of Heinrich?" she gasped. "Tell me it's not true. How could it be true? He said we would be together. In Lisbon. We would all be together." She seemed completely oblivious of her abduction and the fact that she was.