"You'll ruin my reputation."At the bar, Janie was having an animated conversation with Taylor and Elena. The pass-through gate was open and she was st...nding in the void."He said I could stand here," Janie said, indicating the bartender.Scott slipped by her and made a show of stashing the wrapped bottle of wine behind the bar.Todd was mixing a drink and drifted his way. "You guys are fine to stand there, boss." If you need me to grab some stock, or move, just holler."The bartender. "Cut the crap! The real queen would never apologize to me, she is far above that." Risen said as he killed another twenty soldiers.There was a sigh then another far raspier female voice spoke to him. "You are correct humanoid, If you can deliver on that which you have said, then you will be welcome. Though your extermination of the many soldiers will further the readiness of the colony, you will be safely escorted to me." I might suggest that you keep that escort to a minimum. I have seen. I didn't go over to the Myer's house until just before supper. I didn't want to be around Snookie's parents any more than I had to that night. Once we sat down to eat, I don't think I looked up from my plate for the whole meal. I was sure that if Snookie and I made eye-contact, I would panic and blurt out the whole story to her parents. Fortunately for me, Mr. and Mrs. Myers were in a hurry to leave, so supper went by quickly and without the usual non-stop conversation and joking.After they. Whoever these people were, they were organized.While checking her phone, she saw she had an unread text message. She looked. It read: "Call 555-4321."Anxiously, she dialed the numbers. The phone didn't even ring before a soft male voice answered: "Glad you called, Cassandra." Who ... is this?" You can call me Dr. Smith for now. I'm a psychologist. Well, in the loosest sense. No psychological organization recognizes me after my many ethics violations. But my research in psychology is quite.