"Right," I said putting down my now empty mug. "There are three possible scenarios, here." Three?" queried Candy."Yeah," agreed Lila. "Number one, is ...ur late but unlamented Pirates have been selling off the gold a bar at a time. They were down to... ah... thirty two bars when we caught up to them." Yeah," I agreed. "But if that's the case, where's the money they got for them?" Good point," said Lila."Ok, so what's number two?" asked Candy."That we have recovered all the gold, and the bank is. His time. But then, while he was watching her - to gauge her mood, of course, he didn’t want to be a rebound guy but didn’t want to miss his chance either - he’d caught a glimpse of her kissing an older man, with her hand down the front of his pants. And then she’d pulled away, and he’d seen who it was…Mr. Stevens was m*****ing his daughter. He’d brainwashed poor, perfect Petra, convinced her that she had no choice but to let him kiss her and rub his dirty dick on her fingers. Well, Jeremy. I'm Decurion Brett Melman. You should know, Optio..." Lovely," Melman sighed. "As I was saying, Signifer, we have a dress code in this office. If you would be so kind, use that replicator to make yourself a Civil Service uniform."Pognanski plodded over to the corner and began happily conversing with the wall in Polish.Blake sat. "Speaking of uniforms, I passed that Pribbs kid in the hall, wearing CS gray. Why isn't she in the Marines?"Melman nodded. "It's only temporary. She was impregnated. “American?” she asked, with an accent I couldn’t quite place.“Yes,” I replied. “How did you know?”“Your suit. It’s stylish, tailored, and made from very nice material, but it’s an American cut which doesn’t match this year’s nor last year’s European styles.”Her accent was clearly Italian.I laughed, “Unless I miss my guess, you work in the fashion industry.”“Yes; I’m a designer. I’m here in Munich to work with a German firm.”“What do you design?”“Mostly women’s clothing - frocks, skirts,.