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Saffron sat up, told Mobo about the petition and how much fun it had been up on the mountain last night, spotlighting with the scientists.
‘I too have news,' said Mobo. 'In my memory bank I have recorded a telephone call that may be of interest - do you wish to hear?’ As she nodded, he ruffled his feathers and she heard a sleazy sounding man's voice. It seemed familiar, although she couldn’t quite place it.
“Hey mate, it's me. Listen, it’s not all rosy, mate. Me son tells me the whingers and greenies are making a stir. He’s in the know, says he’ll deal with it if any of them deadbeats starts makin' trouble.”
A gravely voice with a strange accent replied, “Werry kind iss he, to look after our interest so vell. Ve muss gif him a goot present, not so?”
“Present be damned. The brat wants a full cut of the action. The bugger’s still at school, but he’s got the hottest racket in town. Muscle! Ya should see some of 'is friends. Makes me quake in me boots even to think of 'em.”
The other man gave an evil chuckle. “He iss, vot you name it? A ship off ze old block.”