His face was covered in blood. "You'll need a sawfor this", John said and Jack immediately produced a small saw. Hehad hidden it under the table befor... since it was part of the scriptand he had prepared properly. He placed the rugged edge of the sawonto the exposed bone on Babe's leg and started sawing. The saw wentup and down and started to sink into the bone.Babe screamed more furious than before.The pain was terrible, even worst than before. Indeed, the pain wasgetting more and more. Having. "Aw, for the love of..." Harry complained. "Were any of you followed?" Mike asked. "If you were, we'll all have to split right away." I wasn't," Harry said confidently."Neither was I," Cynthia assured him. "I doubled back three times to make sure." What about you, Paul?" Mike asked."Shit no, I wasn't followed," Paul snapped. "Come on, Harry, open the damn suitcase al ready."Harry shot Mike a nervous glance, his hand on the latch of the suitcase.Mike closed the door carefully. "Open it up," he. That had been eight years ago, and New Haven’s population had swelled to well over a hundred thousand, one of the last bastions of civilisation in the world. Sarah had come here when she was ten, a year after the plague had struck, when New Haven was first being settled. Up until then she had been cared for by Diane, a young woman who said she had just found her wandering in the street one day. Apparently, they were the only two people to have survived in their entire town, wherever. I did it."Kathy was impressed. "You did it?'He smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm an art major at Cal." A college boy. I'm impressed." Hey, just how old are you?" He asked, concern in his eyes."I'm old enough," she said, and followed with, "Acutally I'm going to be 19 next week, so don't worry about being with some jailbait." Thanks for the info," he said and touched her for the firsat time, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer. "You're a very pretty girl." Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," she.