. For a moment, the dulled sting of the auditions squeezed all of us, it seemed. Heather’s visit had mostly shunted all that into forgotten memory....I rose, shaking off the feeling and made for the back door. Heather accompanied me and once outside, I grabbed her hand.“Are you going to play with us?” I asked.“Nah. You heard me last night. Once was enough.”“You did fine.”“Yeah, a passable job!” she called into the night. “A stunning display of mediocrity!” She added the sound of a roaring. "You should be grateful we're here to meet you," muttered the Boer,"Last week some Yank air hostess made the mistake of going to the toilet by herself. Three days later they found her gang-banged carcass out back getting chewed by rats!"Hilary ignored his fictions. She was used to van Eyck's type. Those men who resented her as a woman working in a man's world.Van Eyck's transport was a massive 4x4 beast with 3 men inside. They had the lean, professional look of the ex-military man. All three. She was happy that she wasn't alone but that happiness was short lived. She heard something from above her. Bloom looked through the glass plate and saw a man beeing transported by something. He was clearly trapped and screamed. The scream got softer and softer until it was gone.What was that? What happend to that man? What would happen to her?As she sat on the ground she could hear a sound above her.She stood up looked through the glass plate. In a split second the glass plate opened. Slowly a. Putting the purse down, Andrea went to the balcony. Trying to see ifthere were any bodies suitable for what she wanted, sadly there werenot. She heard some talking outside her door, and decided to check itout.Opening the door she was greeted by a small group of teenagers walkingthrough the breezeway in front of her apartment. There was a girldressed in complete black. Wearing boots there were at least twelveinches long, with black pantyhose underneath.Her face was completely white and the.