As it turned out, she didn't like it. Not one bit."Tina," he said when they walked in, "may I speak to you, please?" Sure," she replied. Maybe he was ...oing to give her a heads-up on what the demo would be."How are you holding up?" he asked.Tina frowned at him. She remembered, vaguely, what had happened with the Bob crew, but it seemed like it had been a long time ago. Besides, she hadn't been hurt, no one had been killed, so life was good."I'm fine," she said, smiling. "What sort of demo are we. You haven’t spent all day getting thrown off a horse.’ ‘Hey, you’re the one who insisted on doing most of your own stunts. And anyway, if you would listen to your stunt instructor properly then you wouldn’t be having as many problems now would you.’ ‘Can I help it if my instructor happens to be the sexiest woman in the world..’ ‘Flattery will always get you everywhere you know. If you want, I’ll do some more training with you tomorrow.’ Sam was training Chase with Warrior for the horse riding. So here it goes:Its a starry night above us on a typical September night. Autumn has just set in and the skies are dusky with the left over clouds of the monsoon.You are standing with your hands rested against the glass wall of your beautiful balcony. Drapped in an elegant red saree, you are looking up the sky lost into your own thoughts. Its full moon and the moonlight is glistening along your bare curves along the semi transparent saree. Flowing down your cheeks to your gorgeous neck line and. We could get killed. We've got to get out of here!"Tracey nodded, and followed Buttercup as she ran ahead through the thick wood. They heard more explosions in the distance. More roaring jets. And a sound which Tracey identified as gun fire, but not gun fire like in the vids, but uncoordinated spasms of it from unidentifiable directions. Sometimes a short spark, sometimes a loud bang, and sometimes a crackle. Between these sounds were moments of peculiar uneasy quiet, spasmodically broken by.