The Fall of Bonn

[Reverend Del]

"Your choice, I can guarantee the IND offices will be damn sight more opulent than wherever you were thinking of. And the added bonus is they're on this level."

Greg looked at his companion, as if daring him to make a joke about it.

"Lord Gregory Bayliss, OBE, Executive VP of the IND's Crisis Management division."

He almost stuck out a chubby hand for the man to shake but thought better of it, who knew if he'd washed anytime soon, or indeed ever. Always the problem with the poor, no sense of personal hygiene. Greg turned and waddled again.

If the man responded Greg didn't pay attention. He was far too focused on the thought of the plush sofas and the good tea, and possibly even the lively young ladies, although knowing Jay they wouldn't be lively, or indeed young. Plain and efficient. Useful even. Probably the most complimentary thing you could say about the women of the IND, well other than Sasha. Or Sophie.......... or that other girl, what was her name? Greg couldn't remember. He realised he'd found where he needed to be. Pausing to catch his breath, he noted his companion hadn't even broke sweat. Greg snarled politely, and ran his keycard through the access slot.

"I'd have used the damn neuralnet code, but apparently they've even shut that down."

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.