Patrick and Wilma had gone back to Paris. They had been told that the people who were out to stop the unveiling of the M Key were gathering forces in the capital, and Adam and Marianna had delegated them the task of finding out more.
A certain body called MOPS, (Members of the Patriarchal Society) seemed to be behind most of this, or so they had been informed by one who should know. He, the informer, was part of a group that were trafficking people from the old Soviet Block. He had turned informant in return for immunity for his crime. The Surete were running him, and he was letting the Magdalenes in on a few of the secrets of this particularly dark group, as his Uncle was in the group. Unfortunate though the ‘MOPS’ name was, Pat knew that they were not mop heads. These people were ruthless killers, with no respect for life. Money and materialism being their God - and the denigration of women and children seemed to be at the top of their agenda.
Patrick booked himself and Wilma into the same hotel that Adam and Marianna had stayed. He knew the owner of the hotel and he could take advantage of the knowledge he had of the layout, with all escape routes memorised, if necessary.
He thought the best way forward was to get word to the traffickers that they were in the market for a slave for their home. Someone with no family to miss them or enquire after them. Someone that they could keep in captivity and use. They contacted their friend and he said he would tell his Uncle to arrange a meeting.
After this was done, Patrick and Wilma rested and prepared for the next step. They had their armour, bulletproof vests and guns. Magdalenes they were, but Spiritual Warriors also. Playing in today’s world, you needed to play them at their own game with similar ammunition. It was a regrettable necessity. They had both been teachers in their past lives until they had had their memories of the Ancient Order re-activated. It hadn’t taken them long to find each other and to get involved in this mission. They had been awaiting the arrival of Marianna in particular, though the bonus of Adam had been a surprise. They were pleased at the balanced effort now being made. It wouldn’t be long until the Voice of the Magdalenes returned and sang out overall.
They went to bed and rose early, awakened by the phone at the bedside loudly announcing their informant’s voice, as he spoke of a meeting with the people in question regarding a slave.