John sighed and looked at K’y’erma, “You’re sure?” she nodded, “He’s not in the bathroom,” shook her head, “Trying to trick you like last time?” glared at John… “Right, so I suppose you’re all entitled to know something. West isn’t exactly with us anymore. And by not with us, I mean not with us. He’s sided with Lucifer.” I stared at John as the rest of the table began to yell and scream. The Greeks threatened to follow West’s example and the Catholics were praying to God. The Anglicans were talking about beheadings, I believe.

K’y’erma lost it, “Shut up!” The room quieted down automatically and John glared at her. “We’re going to discuss this in a civilized manor and we’re going to have to do without our spies for now. Because,” she quieted the table again with a look, “because our only spy left is going into shock among all this chaos.” I was surprised when she motioned towards me. I tried to talk and convince her I was fine but my mouth wouldn’t move out of its shocked gape. ‘Not West. No.’