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Voight's words with admirable intense scrutiny she represented a ‘new face’ at a time when everyone's mind was upon the arrest. She was to a level, through no fault of her own, an intrusion - someone who had disrupted the collective concentration of the ‘familiar face’ interactions. Before this morning Natassia Overson had represented CIA female involvement and her project commitment had seemed beyond dispute. Vain presumed she had been taken ill, because she wouldn't have missed the arrest execution for the world!
     
    The afternoon passed slowly for the MC team. Tavini had challenged Vain to a game of Real Tennis in the court on the Lower Floor, and had proceeded to hammer the Englishman without breaking sweat. Ko-Chai had immersed himself in an eighteenth century novel detailing Rococo French aesthetics, before witnessing the Tavini massacre in its latter stages. None of the team could concentrate enough to continue their research. Their minds were on that night’s arrest and they knew that their vault extension work, whilst approaching completion could wait a day or so until after the initial criminal scalp had been pinned on the door!
     
    The team members took a light meal together at nineteen hundred hours before they retired to their rooms to attire for the ‘main event’ that would shortly take place.
     
    The team arrived collectively, shortly before the reconvention deadline. Voight, Carson and Stowles were already in readiness as were the escort party. Marcia Levene was the last to arrive, appearing with Leif Denison. The latter proceeded to wish the seven good fortune and finished with a line of typical Denison delivery - go get that head folks . This one's for Venison.
     
    The arrest squad departed Designation B and progressed toward Central London. No one spoke because all minds were fixed on their impending encounter with Everett. The escort cars scattered at the appointed place and all seven of the arrest party knew that their quarry was now a matter of minutes away. Vain wished Voight good luck as their car slowed to a halt outside the Vernet Gentlemen's Club.
     
    The seven arrest party members proceeded through the club’s main entrance at 22:01 and Voight approached the door staff flashing his high-ranking credentials badge. As one of the door staff asked for Voight to pause for a moment while he read the badge Voight snapped...
     
    "Read it but be quick. You aren't going to hold up this momentous event with your remedial education. Now where can we find Royston Sandford Everett?"
     
    Taken aback, the door person replied...
     
    "Er, he's in the Trevallier Cocktail Bar, Sir. He won't be very pleased, Sir. He has invited some very eminent guests tonight. I wouldn't advise you to…"
     
    Voight cut in.
     
    "Bollocks. The Trevallier is sign posted over there, let's go".
     
    It was the first time Vain had heard Voight utter a word that bordered upon expletive fare, but he saw the glint of determination in the mans eyes and realised that nothing would get in the way of his handling of the arrest, especially time wasting advice from a well meaning member of the club's staff. Vain was pleased that the organisational side of the arrest was in such capable hands.
     
    The arrest squad entered the Trevallier Cocktail Bar and were greeted by a sight that illuminated Everett at the peak of his vanity. His words dominated the whole Bar and a crowd of eleven drooling associates hung on his every word...
     
    "...and I didn't choose that moment to illuminate my prowess in that merchandise realm. I merely waited until the ignorant fool had given me enough ammunition to fully hang, draw and quarter him! I mean what ignoramus would engage in a dialogue with me on the merits of a transportation method that is so archaic that it renders the extoller positively Bronze Age in comparison with MSE. I mean…"
     
    Stowles, speaking from the squad's position on the fringes of the associates cut short