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Moira laughed at his confusion, his singed hair, his smoking shoes and his hurried departure from Masters` apartment. She had masterminded the whole thing; she had made Masters report his ex-colleague to the SIS, and had then sent him similar dreams to those that Rob had endured. She had even coerced Christina into telephoning Willoughby Brown, the man who led the SIS, to tell him of her fears for Rob`s health, so he had decided to first put Rob on light duties, and that morning had decided to have him report to a psychoanalyst for a check-up. Moira always enjoyed the early stages of her plans, for her they constituted light hearted fun. However, this whole revenge thing was but a second feature event, what was taking up most of her waking hours was the rescue of her father from Tartarus, the most high security prison in any dimension. She had penetrated its defences once, and she had the same device to penetrate it again, all she needed was Rob Hinds, even if he would not be too pleased to assist her, and when he found the reason why he was being tormented, well then his anger would sky rocket.
She was now back in her chateau with Marchmount whose eyes were opened wide with excitement, for never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine he would one day be watching a powerful Satanist working her spells against her enemy, however Moira was not done yet with Rob Hinds.
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