‘So come on, let’s go into the Lion’s Den. Hail Caesar, we who are about to die, salute you!’ Sheila had thoughtfully reserved a table for us,...and we made it without fuss. A waitress appeared and took an order for drinks. We had just taken the first sip, when a little murmur made me look up. Ewing was making a beeline for our table. I told Ally as she had her back to him. She grinned. ‘The fun’s starting.’ Ewing arrived at our table and ignored me, even though I stood. He addressed Ally.. “Barney snores, too,” he added.That generated some laughter. “No, that’s not quite the image we want to project. We’re going to put you on a small set with a green screen backdrop and then do an office or study or something on a digital background,” said Matt.“What’s a green screen?” asked Seamus.“Come with me. We’ll show you. I have a studio prepped,” said Chuck. He stood up and we followed him out of the conference room and up the stairs to a floor with a hallway with several studios on each. As we walked along I happened to see a band of men in a large truck driving up the street. They were all armed and suddenly one of them fired a missile that struck a vacant building close to where we were. Taking Julie by the hand I half dragged her into the nearest vacant building seeking out some shelter. I was scared, but I will never forget the sheer panic in her eyes.We huddled behind a pile of half burned furniture as more and more missiles were fired on the street and at the buildings.. Once they were unharnessed, he put lead ropes on each and took them outtogether.Sundae's father and I followed as the vet-tech past the dog kennels to thestables where he put the mares in stalls. These stalls were a little likethe ones they had at home but they had a chain link run around them thatlocked from the outside.I walked down the hall and I counted six of the other ten stalls hadponygirls in them.I was glad that there was a door between the kennels and the stablesbecause the echoing to.