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'Good. Carry on. All of you, penetrate each and every corner of the network. You know what is required of you. I want every computer system under my direct control. Once you have achieved this then I shall release you. Give you new bodies to inhabit. Powerful new bodies.' The ten on-screen heads of Wormwood made with the Satanic smiles and then were gone.

'Too slow. There is no peace for me until he is destroyed.'

'Let Sonneillon seek him out with your modern wonders.'

Wormwood nodded gravely. 'Keep at it. Sonneillon. What of my would-be assassin?'

Wormwood blanked Balberith's screen. 'Any more?' The eleven remaining heads of Wormwood shook in untidy unison. 'Leviathan. What have you to report?'

'That's because you are an idle fuckwit,' coughed Carnivean. 'May pisspots rain upon your head.'

'Can we get on with it?' Verrine demanded. 'We don't have all day. At least I don't.'

'I know that. They feed upon the thoughts of men. They can gorge themselves a while longer. Now tighten your sphincter, you evil-smelling crone.'

'I know that. They feed upon the thoughts of men. They can gorge themselves a while longer. Now tighten your sphincter, you evil-smelling crone.'

'Good. Carry on. All of you, penetrate each and every corner of the network. You know what is required of you. I want every computer system under my direct control. Once you have achieved this then I shall release you. Give you new bodies to inhabit. Powerful new bodies.' The ten on-screen heads of Wormwood made with the Satanic smiles and then were gone.

'I'd wear him out, dearie.' Demdike fluttered her mouldy skirts, a nest of rats scurried from beneath them.

'I'd wear him out, dearie.' Demdike fluttered her mouldy skirts, a nest of rats scurried from beneath them.

'That's because you are an idle fuckwit,' coughed Carnivean. 'May pisspots rain upon your head.'

Mother Demdike, who had escaped previous mention, tore a garish relic of the Reagan years from its frame and flung it into the fire. Nancy with the laughing eyes melted into the flames.

'They will do what I command. They are locked up neat and nice.'

Wormwood nodded gravely. 'Keep at it. Sonneillon. What of my would-be assassin?'

'Or maybe I'll let Carnivean play a tune upon your old bones for a day or two.'

'Don't know. I am monitoring all CIA, FBI and police computer networks. All forensic reports, scene-of-crime material evidence, and there's plenty of that. Fingerprints are not on file. Clothing fibres are a possible, very up-market stuff. Exclusive. I am following that up.'

'Good. Carry on. All of you, penetrate each and every corner of the network. You know what is required of you. I want every computer system under my direct control. Once you have achieved this then I shall release you. Give you new bodies to inhabit. Powerful new bodies.' The ten on-screen heads of Wormwood made with the Satanic smiles and then were gone.

'They will do what I command. They are locked up neat and nice.'

'Too slow. There is no peace for me until he is destroyed.'

'Speak for yourself,' hissed Balberith. 'What do you know?'

'Don't know. I am monitoring all CIA, FBI and police computer networks. All forensic reports, scene-of-crime material evidence, and there's plenty of that. Fingerprints are not on file. Clothing fibres are a possible, very up-market stuff. Exclusive. I am following that up.'

'That's because you are an idle fuckwit,' coughed Carnivean. 'May pisspots rain upon your head.'

Wormwood's eyes narrowed. 'Who is he?'

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