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place must be good, she realized, since it was still very early in the day.
Places that sucked didn’t have very big breakfast rushes.
    The phone clicked shortly after
that, being hung up, before Lenore started making the next call. That was to
Eve’s buddy and business partner, it turned out. Marissa Constantine. The last
name was the reason why, too.
    This time Eve kept her lips
closed, and just eavesdropped like a good minion. Taking a clean and damp
cloth, wringing it out carefully in the silver metal sink, she started to wipe
the whole room down. It was what they were supposed to do when they ran out of
other things.
    It was a very polite call, with
Lenore kissing so much ass to start with that Eve could hear her lips
starting to chap, even from the other room. Not that it wasn’t a good idea to
be polite to people on the Council in general, but it was so over the top that
the hermaphrodite on the other end finally cut through things, her voice
slightly amused.
    “Lenore, dear, what’s the real issue here? Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments, but you don’t normally
connect with me just to go on about my many virtues. That means you either want
something, or have news that you fear might enrage me. Which is it?”
    There was a soft sigh from the
next room.
    “The second one, I’m sorry to say.
It seems that we may have located the source of the rebellion in Russia. If our
information can be trusted, and it seems likely that it may be rather good,
then it’s coming from Bohdan. I thought to call you first, before we take any
action. I know that the Council has ordered this dealt with, as soon as
possible, but there is, perhaps room to wiggle things a bit?”
    “Ah. I see the problem then. Bohdan.
That’s a name I haven’t heard in several years. A child of mine, from about,
oh… What century is this?” The question wasn’t a joke, so Lenore told her it
was early in the twenty-first, not letting any sense of humor come into it.
    “So, six centuries ago? Surly he’s
old enough by now to know better than to challenge power lightly. An
intellectual, rather than a fighter, but never one to be too happy being led by
others. One always thinks that those we know will remain as we left them, but
it’s never the case, is it? I don’t suppose that a warning might be sent first?
To inform him that he should alter his path, before we send the might of the
Council after him?”
    Eve had a tiny problem with that
one, herself, since it would let the man know that they were coming, which could
well mean getting his forces together, and ready, first. To her surprise
though, Lenore sounded positive about the idea. Like it was a brilliant plan,
actually.
    Even Bey, who walked through the
door about then, from the front, nodded, as if he’d been listening to the whole
thing. That probably wasn’t possible though, given how far he’d just had to run
to get there. Even at his level of speed and power, walking places took time.
Like a half minute, but still, it was a real thing.
    Without stopping to even nod at
her, the small, hairless man in the black suit, moved straight to the back, and
took over the conversation.
    “We shall see that done then.
Perhaps it would be best if the message of warning came from you, his maker,
personally? I don’t doubt the others will allow that to be done. Such a thing,
coming from you, will probably end all problems there. If not, then we will
have to do more, of course. It will sadden my heart to pain you so, but I
cannot see another way. This is the wrong time for us to allow open discord
amongst our people. Now that the Humans are aware of us again, we must needs be
careful.”
    “I know, old friend. I’ll do that
now. It may take me some time to find the correct number, it really has been
about a decade, if not longer, since my child and I spoke. Time flies, and we
all grow careless, as it does.”
    Eve actually had one for the man,
on the note pad in her hand. She walked