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her glare. “Yes Director.”
    “Since you prefer to be elsewhere, leave us. You shall take the equipment for modification. At once.”
    “Yes Director.”
    Such sad eyes. The jeers of his friends don’t help. Some friends.
    As Alexis shuffles out with a box under each arm, Director continues. “The Movement’s policy has been to attack different targets each time, to keep the authorities off-balance. Our Unit Chief is well-removed, positioned to coordinate our efforts here. His previous plan was foiled by a US government agency.”
    Mean Girl asks, “What happened?”
    Director’s eyes narrow. “Do you not recall the EMP suitcase scheme in their capital?”
    Mean Girl slumps a bit and nods.
    Director IS talking about Rukan!
    “Operatives in position deflected attention and he evaded capture.”
    A HA! But who would have helped a person so evil?
    Director looks to her left, arm outstretched. “We are honored to have them with us.”
    From the darkened archway step a woman and a jagged-eared dog.

Chapter 20
    T he gang jumps to attention as Miss Sandy and Sassy stride to the center to return Director’s salute.
    Léonce grimaces as I pant for breath. My instincts were correct all along! Miss Sandy and Sassy ARE with the anarchists, in cahoots with Rukan this whole time! That’s how he escaped in DC. They don’t need protecting, they must be exposed!
    Sassy shifts her stance and slowly turns in my direction, nose sniffing suspiciously.
    I try to shake quietly and hope she can’t hear me, too.
    Miss Sandy speaks, her voice steely with a trace of accent I’ve not noticed before. “Due to your success, and because the enemy will not expect an additional assault on the same targetso soon, leadership has honored you with the first round in the worldwide escalation. I bring details.” She nods to Director.
    Fists again pump the air as a presentation starts on the screen.
    Miss Sandy says, “Your teams will engage various places of commerce. Group guides will inform teams during training.”
    Cheers boom off the walls. They pat each other’s backs while Miss Sandy’s eyes glint.
    “The Americans have had an oppressive hold on Paris for hundreds of years. It’s time to take it back. After tonight’s training session, you are officially on standby for the next 36 hours. Teams will activate the with text code ‘gO.’ When received, your teams of five will have 47 minutes to proceed to your designated locations.”
    Director continues. “Trainees will observe only. Obey your guides. We want confusion among the masses, no martyrs. This will keep the authorities busy. Know this. What you will soon accomplish is part of a larger endeavor. Your contribution to the disruption of the status quo is critical. We are the Movement. This is our Cause.”
    Sassy howls and the pack of young humans joins in. “To the Cause, to the Cause!”
    As the maddening cheers echo off the walls, Miss Sandy shouts, “We will be heard.”
    Positioned behind the crypt, I hear them clearly.

    We wait until long after they are gone before emerging. Which is a good thing. I’m still shaking and “why” is back in my vocabulary.
    Léonce says, “This deeply disturbs you?”
    I growl, “Not now, okay? I’m trying to figure things out. All I know is, I have to do something to stop them.”
    The white crypt looms large over me.
    How can it be Dad and Mom’s dear friend and love of my brother’s life, Miss Sandy, is working for the wrong side? She even fooled April. It’s impossible, except I sensed it for myself.
    Sassy too. I respected her enormously… One thing for sure, April will accuse me of fabricating the whole thing unless I can prove it. I sob, just a little.
    Léonce pads nearer and curls his long fluffy tail across my shoulders.
    I moan, “Thanks. I can’t believe all this, except… Except my gut told me they were up to something at our house. That’s when I found Rukan’s photo in Miss Sandy’s dead cow bag. I’m