Tristan: Calm down, will you?Morgana: You know the rules. No endangering mission security!Tristan: Well, let’s put it this way. If you could come up...with a better way to convince a semi-innocent woman that she was about to face mortal danger than interrupting a good dream, I’d like to hear it. Oh, and let’s remember, the time pressure of an incoming attack.Morgana: I hate to be ghoulish and all, but could you have just not warned her? With everything else going to hell around us... Tristan:. "You gotta calm down, I cannot understand a word you are saying. It sound like you said you were under arrest. Take a deep breath and slow way down."The sniffling slowed down for a second, than Beth's voice started again. Unsteady, but at least I could understand it. "Ron, I am under arrest at Metro lock up! It is a big mistake, they think I am a hooker! They are going to charge me with prostitution! " Beth broke into what sounded like tears again."Prostitution!" I repeated into the phone.. " What about... ?" asked Vee."My mom?" Junior shook her head, "She was so much older and she had the Twins first. I liked her ... she cooked ... and she was the first one to feed Company human food. The world lost a great lady when that bitch in the white house went power crazy." She sniffed back a drip. "And I think there's something about living in a swamp that twists ... look at the history books ... even their legislature ... there's got to be some weird kind of fungus under the fill dirt. “Can I talk to you for a second?” she yelled above the noise.“Go right ahead,” I yelled back.“Not here,” she said. “It’s kind of private. Out in the hall?”Great, a ‘kind of private’ talk with Abby Kowalski and I’d left my cup in my gym locker. Oh, well, I may as well die and get it over with.I glanced at the clock. “Make it quick. Band practice starts in ten.” I said.“It won’t take that long,” she replied. I left my horn on my chair and followed her out into the hallway.Once we were in the.