Anne stood up. "Well, Ladies and gents, we are on our way to Trinidad. Francine, if you could tidy up, please? Burn the documentation, get rid of the trash, and please don't forget the fifty cal?"<br/><br/>She hugged Nikki tight. "With interest, Darling, I promise. Go catch us a security cheif! I'll meet you there. Take the company jet."<br/><br/>She turned to the other two. "Oni, get us a taxi to Heathrow, and charter an airship. Private one. We have people to get through whatever joke remains of airport security that we really don't want on a public flight. Me included." She grinned at that.<br/><br/>"Iffie, any word on our other replacements?"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Contacting them now, Major. We have an explosives expert. I am informing her to meat us at Heathrow and we will brief her en route</span></span><br/><br/>"Right, let's get this show on the road!"<br/><br/>She led the way to the lift, ignoring the two corpses.