“It smells of sour ale and male sweat.”Julie laughed. “I don’t care, my legs feel warped by all the riding, and a tankard of ale has my name o... it!”The Wolves near us cheered at her comments and deftly darted to the bar in a playful manner, with waving arms and broad smiles. The dark room had a rough, earthy charm and a coziness. Velvet curtains covered a private area in one corner of the room, and I suspected if opened it further expanded the depth of the room. The common area was surprisingly. “I’m going back. I can take him with me. It’s a one-at-a-time deal, but we can’t be sure these bozos were alone.” John added.Take him with John? To First World?Mason was in shock. “Well I’ll be god-damned! What I wouldn’t give!”“If you bring some backup, I’m sure John could come get you.” Ellis’s tone held a question.John confirmed it. “Come loaded for bear, but when I can, I’ll give you a ride.”Mason’s utterly pessimistic side immediately identified a laundry list of reasons why that might be. "Nice work, ElectraWoman," he said. "Thanks. Unzip me, would you?" She took off the pink dress, folded it carefully and placed it on anearby table. She gave the device to a guard. "Use this on him if he gives you any trouble." "Thanks," said the guard. "We were just finishing up lunch when thePuppetmaster attempted his robbery. We were going to split a pie. Likea piece?" He held in his hands a coconut cream pie. She looked at the pie. Then she looked at the Puppetmaster. Then shelooked at the. It requires that I make myself available to Ms. De Angelo this morning at 9 A.M. I have done that. It does not require me to wait until it is convenient for her to take my statement. So unless you can convince me somehow that there is a real reason for me to wait, I will be moving along."She didn't even bother to answer instead she simply picked up the phone, pushed a button and began to speak urgently. "Mr. Holiday is here but refuses to wait. He said he is going to leave and Ms. De Angelo is.