July

Xavier was becoming more and more uncomfortable. He was mindful of the instructions he had received from Enron not to move but his personal imperative was greater. He stood up, stretching to ease the stiffness in his back and legs and set off

to find bathroom facilities, still cradling the package under his shirt. Jean-Claude had been very clear in his training, that in order to pass unnoticed amongst humans, a clone needed to manage his bodily functions appropriately. He tried the door pass Euron had given him again, with no better result than last time. He would try to access the building through the Reception area, but he didn't anticipate a problem with that. Jean-Claude had explained human empathy, noting that they would usually help another person who demonstrated need. He would have to employ a facial expression of mild distress (he summoned that from his memory as he walked swiftly around the side of the building) and use impactful language.

He pushed the glass door open and walked up to the desk.

‘Please show me where the toilets are, I feel unwell.’

It worked. He was swiftly admitted through a barrier and shown the way to the Rest Rooms. 

* * *

Kim drove back to the complex and parked between two huge lorries, hoping they  would offer a degree of concealment. She tore a page out of her diary - 4th of July she noted - American Independence Day - an appropriate date for what they were about to attempt? and reached for the pen she'd found in the bottom of her bag. She drew seven stick figures on the lefthandside of the paper and another solitary one on the right.

‘Okay, how are we going to do this?’ she asked.