Moira listened for a moment to the sounds coming from the kitchen of Hope's Haven. Sophie Noir's metallic but commanding "voice" could be heard above the clamor. She took pity briefly on the poor cook staff. She tended to coddle 'em a bit. Well, Sophie knew her "beans".
Moira turned again to the Comms unit behind the bar, and finished recording her message. It would be sent after a 15 minute delay. She didn't want Reggie to interfere, bless his heart. She keyed in the delay, activated the unit, and left the huge bar through the main doors. Her gunboat was being prepped on Belfast's huge enclosed Hangar Deck.
As Moira's gunboat was entering the remote Chester system, her message went out over FnordNet...
To: Waverly, [TAZ]Bafflin'.Queen
From: Kentigearna, Belfast
Reggie,
Somethin' urgent hae come up. I'm not rightly knowin' what it is, or means, but I've got te hie back t' Islay immediately. When ye get this, I'll already be on the way.
Sophie has agreed t' watch the Inn while I'm away. She'll still be needin' that extra crockery, Reg. See that it gets here from Denver, eh?
Don't fret, me dearest. Yer Moira will be careful 'n safe. And don't come traipsin' after me, neither. It regards some old friends, 'n there's little ye can do t' help.
Ye just be keepin' yer own hide safe, Lammikins. I'll be back afore ye've missed me.