"As I was saying before you used me as a bloody dart board," Spike said with disgust. "You're to gather up the members of the Order still in England and head to Egypt. We'll meet in Cairo."
Rashas raised his head and looked at them. "It will be done."
Spike led Drusilla to the door where he stopped and turned back to the shape shifter. "Just a friendly reminder, Tigger," he said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket and placed one in his mouth. "I'm calling the shots in the Hundred Acre Wood. Understand?" He lit the cigarette and waited for the other vampire to reply.
Mailik said nothing but nodded his head.
"Right then," Spike said, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. He pointed the smouldering cigarette at Mailik. He smiled devilishly and escorted Drusilla out into the night.
"Are we going to Egypt now, Spike?" Drusilla asked wearily as the door slowly closed behind them. "To see the tombs?"
It had started to rain.
"That we are, pet," Spike answered.
"Fantastic," she responded. "I wonder if the desert will remember me?"
Spike held her close, steering her down the street. "How could it forget you?"
