Free and Accepted Fnordette Sophie Noir "bobbed" slightly on the bridge of the Veranda.Vixen as her anti-grav fields adjusted to the huge ship's descent to Port Canaria.
Sophie seldom left Gran Canaria these days. She was usually busy overseeing the Cafe, the bustling Bakery in the attached building, or down at the cavernous Waverly LLC warehouse at the Port itself.
As the Waverlys' Business Manager, her onboard database tracked every credit and product, including the portion still delegated to the Church of Eris.
And business was good. Whatever commotion was going on in the Yukon system, orders had begun to stack up. After consulting with Moira in her "runabout", Sophie commandeered the Vixen to keep the Flax flowing, rather than having the huge transport sit idly at Freeport 14 for some indefinite period.
Sophie reviewed her data on the Yukon "sitiuation", and correlated it with what she "knew" from other sources. Probability was high that Reggie's old partner was involved.
Whatever his eccentricites and foibles, Sophie had always "liked" Malaclypse. His brain was the closest thing to a "random stochastic generator" she had ever detected in the primates she was involved with. Now, if the old fart could just learn to use it.
As the Vixen touched down, Sophie activated the Intercomm.
*That's it, guys. We're caught up for awhile. The Kentigearna will bring Reg and Moira home when they're done. Go visit your families for a few days. I've got pies to bake.*