Mordred returned to the main room where Scott was patiently waiting. Beside him were two other four star agents, three five star agents, and Compton. Compton wasn’t really prepared since he was still wearing his night pants and a bathrobe. He also seemed to be rather drowsy and unlike normal he was drinking from Scott’s flask..

“Director Compton, I assume you are not wearing that to London?” Mordred said as she walked up to them. Compton, not realizing she was behind him nearly spat out the rum he had in his mouth.

“Shit!... Apologies Head Concil. I have been rather tired lately. Scott was just giving me some aid before we head off.” Compton said.

“I’m not worried about you drinking. Scott does enough of that for me to not even care anymore. What I am concerned about is the fact that you are dressed like a transient bum. Please change before we leave.”

“Of course, Miss.”

“Now are these all of the agents you could gather?” Mordred asked as she looked upon the five agents before her.

“Yes, they were the only volunteers I could acquire while you and Scott were talking.”

“So he did talk to you before entering my office. Good, though we are going to need a few more.” She said. As she did most of the office workers scrambled to leave the room. Hoping that they wouldn’t be singled out. Despite Mordred’s best efforts a single word could spread within minutes through the Agency headquarters. Her agents would spread it too quickly and the news about Medea Avian spread faster than she anticipated.

“I think that will be an issue.” Scott said with a chuckle.

“I wonder if there is anyone who may want a promotion in rank around here?” Compton asked in a rather suggestive tone.

“I see… Whoever comes with us will instantly be promoted to a three star ranking. Everyone currently here will be promoted up one rank. Tell everyone you can. We will be leaving on the next train to London.” Mordred stated to the five agents who had volunteered. They instantly headed off in various directions. Scott and Compton stayed however.

“Does that include myself?” scott asked.

“Yes, you are now back to being a five star agent.” She replied with a sigh.

“The next train to London doesn’t leave for another four hours. What would you like us to do?” Compton asked.

“Well, I suggest you take this time to change and perhaps do anything you may not want left unfinished before we leave. We may be gone for a while.”

“Right.” Compton agreed before heading off as well.

“So what should I do then?” Scott asked in a rather uncharismatic tone.

“I don’t really care, but I assume you’re starving. You could never really handle the train so I don’t think you’ve had anything in a while.”

“That is correct.”

“There’s a pub that serves some phenomenal roasted pheasant. Why don’t you settle down for a bite?”

“That sounds perfect but I also assume that you wouldn’t be telling me about this if you didn’t want to go as well.”

“You know that’s the one thing I both love and hate about you. You catch on far too quickly.” she said as she began heading towards the exit. Scott walked beside her as she did.

“Now why do you hate that about me?”

“Because I can’t stand it when a talented person squanders their gifts and settles. Given enough momentum you could be a Director just like Compton and Director Langston.”

“You say that but when two Langston’s and one of their students are Directors there might end up being a power struggle. I know you want to avoid that so I’ll save you from all that drama. Plus, I’ve seen what becoming a Director has done to Compton. There’s too much paperwork and asskissing for me to ever want that position.”

“You know you are the only person other than Merlin who has straight up insulted me to my face?”

“I’m sorry if I may have offended you.”

“No, no, it’s rare for me to hear someone speak their mind anymore so I can’t say I dislike it.” she said with a smile before they exited the castle. The two guards saw Mordred and instantly saluted. They only lowered their hands once she was out of sight.