Looks like silencers," Arti said. I didn't think this was the right time to point out that there's no such thing as a silencer. Noise suppressor, or j...st suppressor was the right term.When they got within my target range, I focused on one of them. POP. My gun went off through the open window. One of them was down, and I was shifting my target to number two. The FBI man heard my target fall heavily to the ground, and stood up. The number two target immediate tore off three shots at the FBI man.. ." She? Mon Dieu! A female tailor!" I believe her to be exceptional. And she designs as well. I find her work quite pleasing, perhaps even inspiring?" Elliot motioned for Marjorie to step before the camera."Yes. She is quite lovely. Your mother told me of her. A muse perhaps? Or something more?"Everyone except Marjorie and her daughter glared at the traitor. "I'm sorry," sobbed Naomi and hid her crying face in her arms.Marjorie lifted her head and kissed her. "You are doing your job my love.. I poked my head back through the fence and a hand full of offal hit e on the side of the face prompting me to come the rest of the way through the fence so that I could dodge a little while standing somewhat between my boy and his persecutors.I came through the fence with a surge that caused the boys to back off a bit which got them some abuse as they stepped into the still hurrying traffic that was passing on the sidewalk. Indeed lady luck must have been with me just then as one of them just. Her friends were my friends and vice versa and it was one of my friends that she ended up marrying. Robert wasn’t my best friend and I didn’t know him all that well, he was a day student from the Eastern Suburbs and had shit loads of money. That wasn’t the reason we were friends, he was more of a friend of a friend. Anyway, Nat and he got together and married and had a harbourside apartment where they entertained their friends. So I guess I blamed myself for her problems. I got up early and had.