Cat laid atop her perch observing Lady Aurora and her men opening the newly arrived container. Inside, she saw at least twenty people huddled by the opening trying to take in as much fresh air as they could while the doors were open. Her men pushed the people back into the container using the butts of their sub-machine guns if someone did not move fast enough. She saw Aurora attempt to sooth the fears of her human cargo, appearing to be what the Americans call ‘the good cop’ to her men’s ‘bad cop.’
“Manky scrubber,” she whispered to herself.
She turned her attention to Morgan’s hiding place just in time to see four men scramble up the side and head for him. One of them was huge, so it had to be Ivar.
“James!” she shouted into her whisper mike, but it was too late. She saw Ivar grab Morg
