Vlade was seated at the restaurant in anticipation. An hour had passed with no signs of Frisca. Adjusting his silver ear cuff that operated as a hi-tech communication device, he tried getting Magmus and Chelsea online. They were patrolling near the docks, just a mile away from where the restaurant was.
“What’s the situation out there?” he asked Chelsea first,
“Nothing suspicious here! Everything looks quite normal to us,” she replied and looked at Flint who was struggling with the camera since they were pretending to be tourists who were sightseeing. Vlade frowned and switched over to Magmus, hoping that he would have something interesting to say, but in vain.
“Yes, tell me Vlade, how did you remember me all of a sudden?” Magmus enquired and sounded oddly cheerful.
“Cut the crap an
