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(Volaworand)
The commendation worked.
The media was flipping tables, Hovland had no idea what the hell was happening, but what was most important was...everyone bought it.
Menwen threw on a coat and took out her phone. A text. Perfect.
"Picking up the milk at the shop. Where should I put it?"
Menwen smiled. That was code for something...something she'd rather Hovland did not know. This was her true mission. Mendeons was mostly clueless about it, but he at least had an idea of what was coming.
Menwen stepped outside into the snow.
Volaworand was going to have it's doors opened wide...