The Plague Logs

[Ophiuchi]

The lowest level of Glendale Station was small and dark. The Station itself tapered towards the bottom, and most of the lower levels were used for storage. However, one unmarked door opened immediately to Ebola Kentigearnas soft knock.

Hannah Lassa gave Ebola a quick hug and peck on the cheek as she entered the small, nondescript room. The room was empty, except for a small table and four chairs. Hannah and Ebola joined Dengue Connor at the table.

So, the lads gone and bunged himself up, eh? asked Dengue. He seemed distracted. He had a document before him which had the distinctive planet symbol of the Green Front at the top.

Ive made subtle enquiries at the Islay Med station. said Ebola. Hell mend. But thisll sure set back any thought of his takin the fookin shortcut to Hell. What of the rest of the pack?

Theyre leavin the matter to us, Moira. said Hannah in her soft brogue. The two of em are still swappin spit under cover on Belfast, and cant be fookin bothered until ol Burg either comes to his full senses, or gets is bloody self killed in the process.

Well, were runnin out o time! said Dengue in frustration. Either the lad learns to focus on something other than floozy barmaids, or well have to cut im loose. The Green Front aint gonna wait much longer while we dally about bringin McEwan up to speed.

Right then. Ill go roust him and put a few more bees in his fookin bonnet, for all the good itll do me! said Ebola as she rose and turned to the door. I dont even hanker te ken what the Green Front wants. The less I know, the better.

May fortune and Gaia smile on ye, sister. said Hannah Lassa to the closing compartment door. Ebola was already gone.