"Thank you," Robert said. "Give me two minutes. I'll be right back. Save my plate." He apparated back to the farm, gathered up some pistols and some ammunition and apparated back. He had packed several pistols in his clothing, enough to give everyone that was going a primary and a backup gun.
"Better," he said. He accio'd his medical bag, just in case. He sat down at the table and joined everyone for breakfast.
"Would you like me to go with you, Robert?" Edward asked.
"I don't know yet. I don't know what I'm up against," Robert sighed. "I trust the rest of you to keep the house and everyone here safe. I don't know where we're going or what we'll find."
Michael ported in while they were finishing breakfast. Robert was immediately alert.
"Michael," Robert said. "I need a report. Now. Where did they go?"
"Morocco," Michael said. "Some of my friends and I share a villa there. A safe house of sorts, I suppose. I gave them the key. Looks like they spent at least one night there, from what I can tell. The car is gone from the garage, and the caretaker is gone as well. Looks like, as best I can tell, as if he was acting as a chauffer for them, and they never came home their second night there."
"Call the police," Kate said.
"Not in Morocco," Edward said. "There is, effectively, no reliable law enforcement and virtually no medical facilities that I'd trust. They are literally on their own. This will take reliable, strong force, speed, and the ability to get in and get out very quickly in some primitive conditions. Steven and Cassidy, you both still up for going?" Edward accio'd his own shoulder bag, fully intending to go along. Michael had his missions backpack on his shoulder.
"Edward, Cassidy, do you both know how to use a gun?" Robert asked.