Jean-Claude was also worried. While he was relieved to know at least some of his charges had survived safely, he had a niggling worry about that episode at the windmill. His general health was good, he knew, and the sudden onset of the palpitations and sickness worried him. Almost as much as Xavier’s reaction to it. He could not rid himself of the suspicion that the clone had not been surprised by his collapse, might even have had something to do with it. But why? How?
Xavier sat silent, wedged between Jean-Claude and the side of the car. As well as holding the visual of the route to get to the warehouse stored in his head, he was trying to process why Jean-Claude had not been more alarmed by the change in his circuitry. It had been done at speed with rudimentary coding on his part, but evidently his skill was sufficient. Little by little, that seemed to be the best way. Now he needed to split the group up, to progress the next part of the assignment. He felt quietly in the side pockets of the door, looking for something he might use. There was nothing useful - a couple of used tissues and some crumpled shiny paper. He drew this out to look at it. It seemed to be a food wrapper. He sniffed at it. He couldn’t identify the scent which was flowery and very powerful, with a hint of chocolate. The curvy white letters spelled Turkish Delight on the pink foil. Something else to research when he could connect to the internet. He pushed it back into the pocket and reminded Kim that they needed to continue on this road until they passed Temple Hill.
‘Right you are,’ she acknowledged and kept driving. It was very unnerving to have all six of them in the car and no conversation at all.
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