CHAPTER 28: A MEAL IN PARIS
“Ah, the great warrior rises.” said Mabus as Virgil and Jeda came downstairs.
The house which he had been brought to was a pleasant, unassuming semi-detached in a leafy Berlin suburb circa 1970. It was this innocuous dwelling that Mabus had selected as the base for a war spanning all of space and time.
“How are you feeling, my boy?” the old man asked kindly.
“Well.” said Virgil “Very well. I owe you my life.”
“I will not be slow to collect the debt, you can be sure of that.” said Mabus, and although he wore a half smile, it was clear he was quite serious.
The kitchen was bright and attractive, and around the varnished wooden table sat Aodh and a tall Ugandan who was introduced to Virgil as Baako.