"As I said, going with others on missions and learning as you go can provide valuable training," Robert told them. "I think we have enough missions work that all of you that want more training could do that for now instead of us taking fighters away from the work we already have. You can partner with Jack and Jessie, or partner with Owens or the team in Paris, or maybe, we could ask if there's any work to be had with some of Lee's men. I'd prefer we not do a lot of the latter right now until we handle some of the business that Tom and Suzanne are stirring up for us right now. Lucian, I am never opposed to a new team member or ally, but let's discuss it after tomorrow's cave exploration, shall we? I really do need to get back now. I'll see you all in the morning."
He bid them all goodnight, and he returned to the main building.
The next morning, Angus was up early, largely because he hadn't slept well. He showered and dressed and came downstairs, his shoulder now stiff and achy today. He fed Finn and let him out, brought in the papers and then made fresh coffee and tea. He poured himself a fresh mug of coffee just as there was a soft knock on the door.
Angus opened the door, and he saw Zoe there with a large basket.
"'Morning, Boss. Good to see you. I've got your breakfast delivery," she smiled.
"I appreciate it, Zoe," he smiled, "but I told Robert I didn't want to put you out."
"It's no trouble at all," she smiled, "besides, I get to see you once in awhile that way. Your coffee smells incredible."
"It's a fresh pot, but it's also a great new dark roast. How about I get you some in a travel mug for you to take with you."
"Oh, now its my turn to not want to put you out."
"It's no trouble. Come in." She stepped in, and he put the basket on the table and got out a travel mug. "If you like it, let me know," Angus said. "You're not putting me out because I'm really not sure the women here like my coffee. I get up early, make a fresh, big pot, and then they get up, throw out the pot I just made, and make fresh. They frustrate the snot out of me every darned morning. I have no idea why they do it, but the last couple days, I've made only a cup or two because its a waste of money and coffee both."
"I might have a solution," she smiled. "I'll let you know though. Thanks. I'd better get back. The early morning runners will be back any time now."
"Okay. Thanks again, Zoe," he said.
"Oh, and Kate said I am to tell you that Fudge and that female bowtruckle seem to be doing well. Kate seems to think she saw two teensy tiny new bowtruckles in Fudge's tree last night."
"Really?" Angus was impressed at the idea that Fudge might have a family of his own finally. "Poor Fudge was the saddest creature I'd ever seen in my life when we first found him. That would be wonderful if he had a family finally."
"She thought you'd be pleased. And, she's packing a climbing lunch for you all--whatever that is," she told him.
"Oh, good. Then I won't need to do it. She likes to make lunches that climbers can eat, even if they're in the middle of a climb."
"While you're hanging off the side of a mountain?" she frowned.
"Wouldn't be the first time I dangled from a harness and had a piece of beef jerky in my mouth," he laughed. "Thank her for me?"
"Will do," she said. "See you later." She took her mug of coffee and headed back to the main house. Angus unpacked the basket and found a large breakfast casserole that had eggs, potatoes, sausage and cheese, a baked oatmeal casserole that had fresh berries in it, and a large platter of a variety of fresh baked breakfast pastries. It would be a filling, healthy breakfast.
He sipped on his coffee and started making a list of equipment to root out and pack for today's mission. Sam and Victor came downstairs, dressed in jeans, with turtlenecks, and then plaid flannel work shirts over top. They had sneakers on, and they went and poured themselves coffee, emptying the small pot of coffee Angus had made. Sam put on a new pot.
"Can we get a new door today?" he asked Angus.
"Oh. Yeah. Sure," Angus nodded. "I almost forgot about that. I'll order one this morning before we go, and maybe it'll be here by the end of the day." He wrote a note and sent it through the floo to the builders, asking for a new door. As he sent his note through, another note came through to him. He opened it.
It was from the biggest, most expensive wizarding law firm in England. He opened it, and he saw that he was being sued by Tom and Suzanne, for millions and millions of galleons, more money than he and Edward had if it was all put together, accusing him of keeping their daughter from them.
"Can we help you with something? You seem preoccupied," Victor said.
"I have a lot to do," Angus said, gathering himself together. "I have equipment to bring upstairs and pack for all of us that are going on a mission this morning, and I have to take the girls to Evan's, all before 8 am."
"Let us help," Sam said. "Give us the list, and we'll start looking for the stuff."
"That would be great," Angus said. He handed them the list of equipment and backpacks to look for, and he tucked the envelope with the notification of the lawsuit in the drawer in the desk, making a note to talk to Robert later this morning. He saw no sense in alarming anyone else with this news.