Anne shrugged. "I love a volunteer..." She led the other two down to the lobby of the tower. The scum were still hanging around outside, but shied away from three obviously well armed people. Fran would follow later once she'd removed all traces of their occupancy. With Niki taking a commercial flight, Fran would follow them in the company gulf-stream in a few days. Their taxi was waiting and she told it to take them to terminal six. The driver-less vehicle beeped and displayed the fare. Anne fed bank notes into the glowing slot until it beeped and started moving. Cash was far safer and left no trail. Her fingerprints weren't on it anyway - she was wearing those of King William, which would certainly confuse any police investigation!<br/><br/>The taxi arrived at the airport and they got out.<br/><br/>"Wait here", she told the other two.<em>Iffy, where did you tell her to meet me?</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>At the meeting point in terminal six.</em></span></span><br/><br/>Anne made her way through the busy terminal to the meeting point.