"That's comforting" he grumbled... and then the booth was empty.
Consciously they were not aware of any time passing before their
bodies were reconstructed in the booth at the London station they had
chosen. Another nice thing about it, since the same inner-city network
connected internationally you could go straight to your selected
end-point. Bailey had let the ones who knew London best choose their
stop, he knew it wasn't a central terminus, but one chosen for having
been built in an old London tube station.
There was a very good reason for that. London is a good 5 hours ahead
of New York, which they'd left at around 1am. It was now almost 7am...
it would be dawn soon. For the safety of their vampire compatriots, it
was better if they teleported to somewhere underground.
As they grouped up again Bailey asked: "So anybody got the number of a
vampire friendly hotel with a cab service ? Somewhere these
night-crawling suckas can spend the day ?"
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"Semper in excretum set alta variant" - My father
A.J. Venter - http://www.silentcoder.co.za