[b]"Don't go you mad person! We have anti...!" [/b] Simon shouts, the platform just going on with Paon and Benji still aboard presumably if they didn't follow the Irish woman who leapt off a platform going at full speed in the opposite direction. [b]"Your friend is [u]as good as[/u] dead, she's heading into an anti-personnel minefield, fragmentation and bounding mines bought in bulk from the black market. She will be torn to shreds before we can get back to her. They don't target the platforms or trains because they're designed to trigger on warm weights below the weight of this platform, one ton and a half. She would either be heading to Alaska, the afterlife or a scientist cell, if our new passenger is to be believed and she survives. I think afterlife, that is a hundred mines in a small tunnel that goes to Alaska in almost complete darkness... May whatever religious beliefs she have guide her beyond."[/b] Albert states coldly. Simon raises a glass of scotch to Willa, drinking it in one gulp solemnly. [i]"Shame, she was pretty too."[/i] Simon thinks after the drink, the platform and only source of light zooming off away from Willa. 

[b]"He needs to train Mal. Maybe then that fairy would have the odd day off."[/b] Graham states, still amazed at how efficient Mr Right is, not being wrong.