..off... about her reflection. What was it?Her head snapped upright, and ten seconds later she was in her bedroom, looking in the mirror, horrified.Ra...her than the long, straight river of gold which had been hers since the moment she had first come into existence, her hair was fire-red, tumbling about her head in a mass of riotous curls. She looked wildly from the mirror to Bill, her hands shaking as she clawed at her head frantically.Suddenly, she knew."You!" she shouted, hurling herself. Sending a resultant pulse deep within the ancient complex mass of circuits and organic nodules that comprised the guardian.The gnarled surface of its body, almost rendered ebony with long absorption of protective oils over the centuries, reflected dully the light sources around as Yadon 'powered up'.To any earthling born in the south-pacific 'Yadon' or its currently inactive counterpart 'Kamora' would seem almost bizarrely familiar. The lines of the ancient Jurian war masks deeply sculpted cut. The material slid from her shoulders. His fingers caressed the white lace trim of her bra before it too was undone and discarded. Her exposed breasts were smooth and firm. The small pink nipples hardened. The draft of cold air on them caused her to drip even more.The zip was slid down, the skirt fell, she felt herself being stripped before him. He towered over her. She arched her back as his fingers teased, seduced, stroked and drove her wild. He lifted her up and draped her on her back on his. At the moment he had approximately $700,000 in his possession, although not on his person. He was meeting Harrigan to determine what he should do with the money. Harrigan was a money man, that is, he had a knack for handling large sums of money without the IRS, or anyone else for that matter, being the wiser about it.He was also rather clever about transacting business with people like Conrad, and he approached the Cadillac without being spotted by Gentner or anyone else and tapped on the.