They drew. They took it in turns to draft and amend the plan, drawing and redrawing different lines to connect the little figures. Nobody spoke. They erased and moved things about until, finally, they were finished.
Kim pushed to the back of her mind the slightly unhinged notion that they were organising a killing. By now, it was them or him. Looking up from their intense work, she started violently.
‘Did you see that? That was Xavier. He just went into that building.’ Kim’s shriek made everyone jump.
‘Where?’ said Alain.
Kim pointed. ‘The front entrance. Bold as brass.’
‘Has he got the syringe?’ Bronte leaned forward, her face scrunched with worry.
‘I think so. He seemed to be hugging something to himself - and he was walking in a funny way. Like a kid who's desperate for a pee.’ She had to explain that to the clones.
‘He probably is. I am, too,’ said Joe. ‘Anyone else?’
They shook their heads.
‘Okay, well, in that case, I won't be a minute...’ He climbed out of the car and taking his stick, walked off behind one of the lorries. He returned after a few moments and got back into his seat.
‘Joe! You didn't?’
‘I most certainly did. If you think I'm going in there to find a loo, you've got another think coming. I don't plan to bump into Xavier until we have to.’ He tapped the paper. ‘Are we ready?’
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