An hour seems to pass all too quickly, and those who are willing to aid Lord Kentigern meet him in St. James Park, an area not too far from the club.

Not surprisingly there are two other airships moored in the park. One is a royal airship; the other looks to be privately owned.

Only one, though, has activity around it. Lord Kentigern's airship is just finishing taking on supplies.

The name of the airship is The Flying Scotsman.

Mercedez Kincaid and Hugo are already there, as are Samuel Clemens and Nikola Tesla.
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The former Ruritanian cavalry officer had retrieved his meager belongings from the hotel room he had been provided with and now strolled across the park enjoying the brisk night air and carrying his duffle bag.

Good evening again Miss Kincaid, Mr. Tesla and Mr. Clemens.  ah...HugoViktor glanced at the airship sans all the cargo activity Who does that one belong to, if I might inquire? He spoke to the entire group. I do hope the rest of our Company will be joining us soon. I'm anxious to be away from here for Lord Kentigern's sake, knowing whoever tasked those despicable assassins is still on the loose. They are sure to have discerned by now that the plan was foiled and may be none to fond of all of us at this stage of the game I fear.

Grimsby Baskerville packed his kit with the efficiency of experience, notified the Colonial Office of the direction his investigation was taking him and arrived at the park in time to hear Viktor's remark. He responded "Good evening. I fear you are all too likely to be right. Those two fellows were clearly mere tools of a larger conspiracy, and those who sent them are likely to be much more dangerous.
The sooner we are off, the better."

After the whole event in the Gas Lamp Club, Remi did a lot of thinking. What he concluded was that he had to stay on the run, and the best thing to do that was to perhaps surround himself with more eccentric people so as to not draw attention to himself. He took a keen interest in the fellow who spoke Arabic, and honestly was a bit skeptical of him.

Remi traveled out early in the morning to the spot outside London, where he'd hid the Falcon and was amazed to see that it was still there. It took some effort to get the Ship into the air on his own, but he did and flew very low to the park where they were to meet.

The ship was small, an 8 crew vessel. It was built for speed and maneuverability... but with only one fellow manning it, it was anything but.

Remi managed to land and drop anchor without crashing the thing into the ground. With a satisfied sigh he hopped onto the railing and said to the group below

"Hello! All aboard who's coming aboard. The Falcon here is the fastest ship this side of the globe!"
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