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Morris checked to make sure that every member of the group had been piled into one of the cars before stepping back, allowing the driver at the head of the line to begin to pull away from the rest.
Melvin glanced back at Biggin Hill as it started to shrink behind the group. SPAD, who was being kept at the aerodrome for the time being, watched him back, her tail drooping as the line of cars got further and further away. The sight of the moping dragon elicited a strange twinge in Melvin's chest, one that he'd felt a few times before, but had yet to identify the name or purpose of.
Whatever the feeling was, he didn't like it.
But that was alright. SPAD, Morris, and the entirety of Biggin Hill soon disappeared from view, and with it, the strangely unpleasant feeling as well. Before too long, the view outside became more and more crowded with people and buildings, until eventually the group was well into the city of London.
Smiling at the sight of so many people in one place, Melvin turned to look back at the other group members in the car with him. "So... I might not be able to bring everyone into MI6 with me," he said. "But after they hear your story, I'm sure at least a few of you will be allowed to follow me in, if anyone is interested?"
(( Basically: Every RPer can send in one of their roster members to deliver the message while the other characters get to roam around 1919 London for a bit