The pre-mission meeting was held at an upmarket establishment called Joe’s Café. Joe’s served real coffee, made from ground beans and frothed milk, rather than the instant dry-freeze powder people considered a luxury. Most of the tables were outside on a wooden balcony overlooking the park. Meredith hoped there was some shade out there. Even at five am the air was blisteringly hot, and she had run out of antiperspirant; an expensive commodity. Meredith shrugged to herself. I’ll stand out of sniffing range. “Triple espresso, please,” Meredith shouted her order to the barista as she made approached the others. Harry sat with Kai, Vrethie and the small blonde, poking at a cream-topped drink with a piece of biscotti. Kai didn’t look up. He stirred his cup of tea with some concentration. When

