Part 3- Millitimed to between the 2nd and 9th of August

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“Remind me again why we’re here?” Sam asked plaintively. He and Buddha were walking down a chic Paris street, and he wasn’t sure whether his half-hearted attempt to tidy himself up, or the fact that Buddha was still wearing his old t-shirt and jeans and going barefoot, was attracting more scorn from the unbelievably fashionable residents. Not that

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[necessary_child]

At the train station, Sam uses the public telephone box. He phones a spirit, one of his most loyal: Adamarus. Within minutes, he knows, Adam and his networks of spirits, djinn and fey will have the address Aphrodite gave them under constant surveillance. After all, Sam saved Adam's life once and got thrown out of Heaven for it; it's the kind of thing that creates loyalty. Sam steps out of the telephone box, nods to Buddha, and the pair of them cheerfully book tickets for a train going as much in the opposite direction as possible. Then they vanish into the crowd, and only a moment’s flare of light in an alleyway shows where they’ve gone.

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[necessary_child]

“They’re definitely there?” Buddha murmured uneasily, eyes never leaving the lovely Greek villa below them. Sam, a darker blot against the black hillside, only nodded, but their companion, a dumpy, ginger-haired young man, or at least he appeared to be a young man, felt the need to say something

[necessary_child]

The villa was almost completely dark: one light, in the largest room, was the only illumination. The wards surrounding the place were decent enough but Sam, master spell-caster that he was, had no serious difficulty in getting himself and Buddha through them without triggering any alarms. Sam’s magical senses helped them to find Michael easily enough as they moved soundlessly through the shadows of the house; he was bound with iron and gagged, but apparently unmarked. He was, however, unconscious, and Sam went straight to him. Though iron could dampen an archangel’s magic, it had little effect on a son of Time: he snapped his fingers, and the chains fell off. Sam quickly undid the gag, then laid one hand on Michael’s forehead, hauling him unceremoniously back into consciousness. The archangel sat up with a moan, quickly muffled by Sam’s hand over his mouth

[necessary_child]

It hadn’t been too difficult, in the end, to persuade Michael to go with Buddha. His pride and his anger had at first demanded he go with Sam, but when he nearly fell over just drawing his sword the matter was decided for him. In the end, he was only too happy to leave the place where he’d been held captive; so happy he almost- almost- thanked Sam