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right.  And again he is. “What are you suggesting?” I ask him.
    “Well, obviously setting off the explosives, but given the briefcase has already been used we must find another way.  The most obvious way would be me.”
    “Wow ,” says Pffif. “Ye’d blow yerself up?”
    That gets a nod from Arix. “Better that than having the Collector pay us a visit.”  By the collector, he means Maldgorath.  And yea, I see his point. We all do.
    “You’d set it off?” I ask him.
    He nods a “yes” to me, with a look of disgust.
    “Damn ,” Is all I can say. “Ok go on.”
    Arix tells us he’ll wait ten minutes from when he gets to the central room.  We pile into the minivan and make tracks.  About fifteen minutes later, we see the explosion and I feel Arix return to the white.  He did it. I would have never thought he would do that.
    But then, I can’t imagine he wants to confront Maldgorath again either.
     

Chapter 9
    I find us an extended stay hotel and I get us a couple of suites. I keep five thousand in cash under the spare wheel well just for times like this. I figure the phone is tapped and we need to lay low a few days just to ensure that we are presumed dead.  After that, I’d get in contact with the Protectorate and come in to a safe house somewhere.
    This situation of course ma kes Sheyliene very happy.  To her, my suite is the love nest, and she made sure everyone knows it. I didn’t have much say, then with her – who does? Pffif took much amusement at the whole situation, even asking me quietly at one point if I enjoyed being led around by my manhood.  If anyone but Pffif asked me that, I’d have to take offense – but I know he’s joking and just trying to get me to smile about it.
    The news on the TV is disturbing.  As best I can tell there was a terrorist attack in Christophe’s home town. Milan was a site for activity too, as was Frankfurt – a suicide bomber attacked the Holy Cross church, which I know to be a locus for the Order of Light.  It seems things are getting out of hand – rapidly.
    I can’t help but believe that Maldgorath is firmly at the center of all this.  It’s just too convenient. It is beyond just a feeling for me - I know it.
    After two days of watching the world unravel on the news, I decide it’s time to head back home. Folks are going to know I am alive anyway and there is stuff at home I want.  And I want to check on the “Hidden Eye” too.  It was really starting to take hold.
    So, we pack up in the minivan and head back to New Orleans. But we don’t head straight for home.  I’m not that stupid.  Instead, I park us in a public lot about four blocks away. I instruct Shey and Pffif to do recon first. 
    T hey take off and I’m left in the van with Arix, Sil and Hjuul in the far back. Vets is in the white, where she prefers to be for travel. Hjuul’s not big on conversation, but I’m still wishing he was up in front with me. Hag-Sil is being sulky, so she’s not talking.  And Arix can’t talk unless spoken to because of my compelling upon him.
    I realize it’s time to let up on him.  He did do quite well at the plant.  Maybe he’s trying.  But then, I remember how he so badly betrayed me.  I reach to my will and say “Arixtumin, you may speak freely now.  Thanks for  thinking clearly at the plant.”
    Arix takes a deep breath.  “Thank you master, I exist only to serve you.”
    That I know is bullshit. “Yea right Arix, all the same you did good.”
    That gets a chuckle from my sorcerer, which is unusual. He’s not the chuckling kind.
    Shey and Pffif return and the y say the coast is clear.  I fire up the minivan and away we go. I find the package with my new phone at the table by the elevator like Alistair promised. We make our way upstairs to the living quarters and I summon Vets back. “Ok everyone, pack your bags, we are going away for a while.”  Everyone understands and spreads out to pull their things together.
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