To Conquer Death
by Rainne
Interlude: The Watchers' Council
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The minions of Quentin Travers were in a terrible uproar. After he stormed away from them in the airport, they lost sight of him in a sudden flood of people that seemed to magically come out of nowhere and, by the time the flood abated, he was nowhere to be found. The seven of them fanned out and searched the tiny airport from the top to the bottom, but he was gone.
After a lengthy consult in the lobby of the airport, the Watchers decided to get a motel room according to the original plan and wait to see if they were contacted by their fearless leader. They were finally rewarded that afternoon. The telephone rang and three of them jumped for it. The most senior of them stared the others down and then answered. "Yes, hullo?"
"Miss Dobson?"
"Mr. Travers? Where are you, sir?"
"Miss Dobson, d'you recall when we were here the last time, the miserable little shop kept by Mr. Giles?"
"Yes, sir, I do recall it. Are you there, sir?"
"Meet me there, Miss Dobson. Bring everyone. Come tonight when the sun sets."
"Yes, sir, Mr. Travers. We'll be there, sir." She hesitated, then added, "Mr. Travers? How did you get there?"
"Not your concern, Dobson!" roared Travers' voice. "Be there!"
"Y-y-yes, Mr. Travers!"
The line went dead, and the minions of Quentin Travers began to move in a flurry. If they wanted to be at the magic store by sundown, they had to move fast.