[MaC] Separations: The Group in Vangie's flat

[Katie Fulton]

> As soon as they walked into the flat, they saw Cyril Beaman
> and Braham Davis
> standing somewhat nervously near the door of the lounge,
> eying Sweetie, who
> was watching them malevolently from the sofa, his striped
> tail swaying
> slowly with something of a cobra's menace.  Of Philip there
> was no sign -
> and then came a clatter from the bathroom that suggested
> someone's presence
> there.

"What," Vangie demanded, "are you gentlemen doing =here?= ...well, tea
for a few more, I always say, is no more trouble than for a few..." She
disappeared into the kitchen.

>"Evening, ladies, sir," Cyril greeted them over his shoulder, his eyes
>only briefly leaving the cat.  "We were just waiting for Phillip to
>re-bandage his hand.  He tore the dressing on the rubble outside.  How
>are things upstairs?"

Braham simply nodded a salutation, his eyes never leave the cat. He did
move slightly off to the side, to give the others room to enter. Briefly he
wondered who would be the first to brave the feline. Certainly it would not
be him. At this moment he would rather take his chances with the murderer.

"Calming," said Richard as he lead Esme to a settee. "It seems our temper
flares have coolled a bit. Everyone is splitting up, searching,
theorizing..." He motioned at the kitchen. "Getting tea."

It was then he noticed Sweetie, and the two little balls of hate one might
call eyes staring him down. He gave the cat a rictus grin.

"How are things down here?"