They left later than they would have liked. Everything seemed to take longer to pack than they thought, and errands kept demanding completion. Geraint had to phone to order a parting gift for their hostess. Michael felt the need to call Renraku and let them know that, yes, he was aware that time was short and yes, they were closing in on their target and no, he definitely couldn’t say more than that and also, to be quite honest, shouldn’t they already know all that anyway? Streak had to leave several telecom messages, increasingly urgent, before Juan’s resonant ork voice finally called back. The evening was turning remorselessly into night by the time they piled into the limo for the airport.