They get to base

Simon used his remote to open the garage doors, allowing Peregrine to park the Bison in its usual place to the right of the Cadillac. Normally, Jenny would have been busy working on the Cadillac, carrying on the never-ending struggle to further improve the team’s cars, but now she was instead slumped down on the couch in front of the trideo, watching one of the major news channels report on the aftermath of Dunkelzahn’s ****.
The Cadillac’s hood was pulled up and tools were spread out all over the floor, giving the impression that she’d simply abandoned her work when she heard that the president was dead.

“What are they saying?” Simon asked his apprentice as he walked up to the couch.

“His car blew up outside the Watergate Hotel, with him in it.” Jenny replied, sounding pretty devastated. She looked unusually pale too, and her eyes had a glazed and reddened look to them, implying that she was both in a state of shock and that she’d been crying quite a bit.

Peregrine walked past Simon and seated herself in the couch next to Jenny, the two women soon embracing in an attempt to console each other while the anchorman did his best to look sombre as he repeated the news that Dunkelzahn had died.

“Where are you going?” Simon asked Mr. Clean as the other troll headed for the exit, with a firm grip on Bertha.

“Out, to keep watch.” Mr. Clean’s gruff response came just as he slammed the door open and disappeared out onto the sidewalk, carrying Bertha in his cybernetically strengthened arm while his one held the door.

“Where are the others?” Jenny asked with her voice quivering, looking up at Simon from the couch, it wasn’t until now that she really noticed that they weren’t there.

“They’ll be here,” Simon promised her, “we just ran into a little trouble and they had to find another way out.

Just then, Simon got to hear Tyr’s voice in his headset.
“Tyr to Peregrine and Simon, our ETA is in five minutes, on foot.”

“Roger,” Simon replied, telling the two women that “I’ll work on the Cadillac a bit.”

The current project that Simon could work on was the improvement of the Cadillac’s EMP-shielding system, which at this point was decent enough against smaller pulses but still pretty **** to the really serious stuff, and he did his best to lose himself in his work. He’d hear more about the **** once the alternative News Channels, like NWO, had managed to put something together than they could air. Simon just hoped that Vice-president Haeffner, a local boy and a lawyer, hadn’t been on the ****.

“Watergate, of course, first rose to national prominence in 1972, when…” Simon barely noticed the anchorman’s voice as he worked away at the shielding.

Eventually though, Simon was roused from his work by the sound of the door being opened to reveal the rest of the team, with Dove walking in first.
“Everything went okay?” Simon asked.