"I for one do not believe the stories I have heard. Stand fast that I may know the truth!" The older soldier said. Ambrose held his paw out to hold th... others back. Smiling, he slowly drew his sword. A bit of practice would be good he thought! Ten spectons later he was still smiling. The soldier was good, though not as good as Roth, still very good. Finally Roth sighed shaking his head, "Really sire, we haven't the time for this! Just end it!" The soldier's eyes got large as Ambrose nodded then. You get my point.Jacqueline was almost the exact opposite of her sister. Being six when our parents married, she was obviously an eighteen-year-old now. She wasn't a part of the track team, but she did play soccer, which kept her body in great shape as well. She was a very pretty girl, and had bright blonde hair and green eyes, which again, was quite different from her sister. It was a common inside joke that Katie and Jacqueline didn't share the same father, but it had been proven many times. About that..." started the skinny fellow, flicking throughpages on his clipboard. "What appears to be the problem?" Well, Duh!" said Gary, his temper becoming once again inflamed. Hestood and opened his gown, displaying his all too feminine figure. "Evenyou called me 'Mr Jones'." Ah," said the skinny man blushing crimson."That's what he said," said Gary sitting back on the edge of the bathand throwing an accusing look at Cedric, who immediately went and stoodbehind the skinny man, peeping out. The missing operative’s handler was going to get grilled. He had to drill down to the exact moment they lost contact. You couldn’t let this sort of thing happen. This is why you don’t let a bunch of bureaucrats like this DHS stepchild run point, he thought.They just weren’t equipped like the Agency to handle this sort of thing. It often seemed forty people had to approve each and every move, but with the CIA not being authorized to perform clandestine operations against citizens on American.