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nothing; it always is, but because it might have to do with the
paranormal, it's us instead of the fancy boys with their big budgets
and their Porsche automobiles. But not this time."

OOPSI took precedence over the other branches of British Intelligence
when the mission had to do with its special field of expertise,
although that garnered them no extra respect from the other agents.
Paranormal investigation was still regarded as a bit of a joke. They
took all the calls for the hauntings at stately houses, apparitions in
churchyards, bogeys at Wookey Hole, and so on. The other agents called
them the "Ghostbusters," but not with the kind of affection that meant
they respected the department. Elizabeth took the slight personally,
although she tried not to.

"What do you need me to do, sir?" Elizabeth asked, starting to take
fire with the idea of putting a finger in the eye of the high-profile
boys. They'd be in the headlines for a change.

Ringwall ran a finger down the fax. "Kenmare and her group are about to
embark on a tour of the United States, starting in New Orleans. I need
you to keep close tabs on her, at all times, from the moment she
touches down in Heathrow, until she's safely on her way back to Ireland
after the tour is over. How can I say this without getting the gender-
equity people down my back? I want a female agent on this case, because
you have to be able to go anywhere she does, any time. A male agent
can't barge into the Ladies', no matter what credentials he's carrying.
Do you follow me? And if the attacks should prove to be coming from a
supernatural agency, then it's a cockadoodle for us. And for you."

"But why us?" Elizabeth asked, not wanting to have this fabulous plum
snatched away from her, but at all costs she must be professional about
it. "Surely she's an Irish citizen."
Ringwall pushed a fingertip toward Heaven. "Ours is not to question
Upstairs, Mayfield."

"No, sir," Elizabeth said, letting her mouth snap shut on her next
question. She was agog with excitement. "Please go on."

"The whole thing is absolutely hush-hush. We are not to appear to be
working in this matter. Only Kenmare and her immediate intimates are to
know the British government is involved. You'll be working with an
American agent." When Elizabeth inadvertantly made a face, Ringwall
actually looked sympathetic. "Sorry, lass. The Yanks insisted on having
a finger in the pie. But it's your pie. You decide how far they can
push it in."

"Yes, sir!" Elizabeth said. Her pie! How marvelous that sounded. Well,
she'd be very careful about anyone shoving in an unwanted digit.
Ringwall stood up and extended a hand.