The girl in Grey looked out at the Welsh countryside as it flashed by, then at the Green Man, who was bent over the wheel. Masked once more, she could not tell whether he was smiling (her mask had slipped a bit).
"A...about last night," she spoke at last.
"Last night was a nice time," the Green Man smiled. "The food was lovely, and so were you." But now the day has dawned, and we're back on the trail of the villains."
"And that's all there is to it?" the Girl in Grey looked disappointed.
"That," the Green Man sighed, "is not what I said. And no, I haven't received a call from Ms. Madison, before you ask." There was a note of banter in his voice. "It's that I received a new lead on this villain. The radar stations picked up the helicopter landing close to Barry. Apparently the vilains took a private jet from Cardiff Airport and are headed for South America."
"And what do we do?" the Girl in Grey smiled.
"Easily," the Green Man headed down towards the airport. "We get to Rio ahead of them."
"How?" the Girl in Grey looked alarmed. "If they took off first?"
"Ever flown at four times the speed of sound?" the Green Man laughed, drving through a staff gate onto the runway.
There, gleaming and beautiful, was a huge silvery jet, shaped like a rapier. The Green Man laughed again.