Angus thanked the young girl who had brough the note. He read it and sighed.
"I do have work to do," he told Ruby. "This looks like a new location. This operation tongiht is like a pair of mating octopuses--all tangled up."
"That, my boy, is a misconception," Nigel said, heading in from the kitchen with a mug of coffee. "They don't mate that way, and, in point of fact, the male has to leave the scene very quickly afterward, because if he doesn't the female will eat him. "
"What?" Angus frowned. Nigel nodded. "Ew," Angus wrinkled his nose, disgusted. "Your coffee smells good. I think I'll go get some," Angus told him.
"Take it. I'll go get another," Nigel said, handing him the mug.
"Thank you." Angus went back into the office. Marcus and Robert had been mapping out the new locations and, using Angus's patterns, they'd been making the logical connections. Angus looked over the map and, to him, it looked like Tom was trying to guilt him for every crime Tom and Suzanne had done. Angus sighed, debating on what he should do.
"Angus," he heard a voice. He looked around, not seeing anyone new.
"Over there,' Robert said to Angus, not looking up but pointing towards the painting of the founders. It was Dumbledore's image that had spoken to him.
"A word from the wise if I may," Dumbledore said. "Never try to get too far into the mind of a madman. It's tempting, I know, because it makes you think you can get a step ahead of him, but rarely does it accomplish that, and, more often than not, all it does for those who still are sane, is it creates confusion, doubt and insecurity, and that leads to missteps. Stay your course. Stand your ground with strategy, not with thinking that you yourself could go toe to toe tonight. Besides, the simple truth is that you look like hell. You're tired, as it is, from what you've been doing. This is not the night for you to skirmish. Sit, and do what you can from here. if you go out to fight, you make your men risk themselves to stand and protect you and rescue you. That's not their job tonight."
Angus nodded, and sat down to drink his coffee and to let Robert and Marcus work. Until then, he had to wait until Edward and the others came back.
Edward greeting Fenrir as their established custom was, and Fenrir went closer to Jack and Edward.
"There is a gathering of werewolves here," Fenrir said very quietly, "but they're not full grown. In human form, I'd wager they were adolescents. And there aren't very many. At best, we've counted eight or nine. They're overly hungry, though. By the looks of them, they've been kept and not fed so they'll be particularly vicious when they get a whiff of you lot. They're thin and not well cared for. And, I'm willing to bet that at least some of them are new werewolves, and that they were turned especially for tonight's little drama. If you can avoid killing them, I might be able to make some sense to them when they change back, but they're too hungry for anyone to make sense of they as they are. Do you want us to assist, or do you want to handle it yourselves?"