Helena prayed. “Lord, use me as an instrument of healing today. Bless me and Fairbairn as we undertake our mission. Bless those we are to minister today, let us uncover the Lady's plans so we can defeat her. Our Lad of Mount Carmel, protect us in your mantle, guide us in your steps. St. Nuno, protect me. Amen.”
Helena stood up and grabbed her bag filled with her Zat, her comms and smelling salts. She came into the refectory, motioned to Fairbairn, who was dressed in her excursion uniform and tactical vest, and the two set off for the first address Simon had given them.
Helena knocked on the door. For a long time no one answered. When Helena was about to knock a second time, a little boy of about five answered the door.