Winceham's jaw dropped and he looked at his pipe before staring at the bunny mesmerized. The bunny paused as if it knew, stared back at Winceham and s...iled unnervingly before hopping out of view and into a burrowing hole."Did you see that?" he exclaimed as he got up on his feet and poked Parcifal in the arm repeatedly. She was instantly energized; she drew Encelados out of the ground and swung it around her wrist expertly, poised to strike unerringly."Enemies? Where? I see no-one! Are they. He felt a large hand grab his shoulder, turned and looked up. There was Gus; panic instantly overwhelmed him.He quickly said, "Hi, I'm so sorry about the other night. Dave told me what happened, what I had done, and what happened after Angel threw me out."He took out a twenty and left it on the bar. "Let me buy your dinner tonight."When Paul tried to refuse, he just looked and said, "Please, it's the least I can do."Reluctantly, Paul accepted both his offer and his hand. Pleased, Gus turned and. The agencies would be ten years and still not know everything he had given away to our potential enemies or who his contact people were. Over the last few months alone he had printed out thousands of pages. It was unknown how much more was loaded on thumb drives.Every comment he made would be in exchange for a better sentencing deal. Then there would be the point at which he started lying to gain a better deal. One thing was for sure, he would not be making any trips to Camp Smith.Clayton. "Who?" A pause. "You must have the wrong number, there's nobody here named Mario." She hung the receiver on the hook, disgusted."Let's watch the other tape." Betsy suggested, the sexual spell of the moment broken by the errant phone call. She plumped the pillows against the couch again before going to the VCR and inserting the tape she'd rented.She sat down with her back against the couch and patted the floor in front of her. "Why don't you sit here with me?" Quietly, Pat agreed, fitting.