The one that thought he was faster than you. Then there is the six that you shot the guns from their hands. Well five of them, the last gota hole in h...s hand." Talked to the them like'n you said, didn' seemed interested. The one on the street called me out, called me a liar and a horse thief. Didn' take too kindly to it." John almost growled out.Mr. Jones could only nod his head. He'd already confirmed all this. "As I said gonna have to have a meeting. Gonna loose too many of the crew if'n this. In the derelict coach-house Pierre had built what looked like a stage for theatrical or musical performances. A row of four brass plates ran across the polished wooden floor, each with a five centimetre hole at its centre. In four pits beneath the planking, eight-foot stainless steel rods were aimed at sockets in the ceiling above and would be driven relentlessly upwards by low-geared electric motors.“We had just watched the first killing” said Dmitri “The meat was completely impaled. A rod ran. As we walked into the room whistles and yells started as Barbara’s appearance met with their approval. Barbara stood in the middle of the room surveying the group to see what was in store for her. There were all shapes and sizes of men all with drinks in their hands. Most of them in the room were pretty good looking she thought. Two guys in the corner were rather heavy, and three of them were black. There were beer bottles , wine bottles and glasses everywhere. Barbara had a slight fear on her. The Commandant quickly scanned the data. "I thought so. This isn't the first time Voss has been in trouble. In fact, it seems that he's believed to be responsible for quite a few shenanigans." But sir, if you look at that last entry--" the adjutant pointed to the screen-- "it says they're both out practicing survival exercises."The Commandant snorted. "It also documents the fact that Voss has had over two hundred hours of survival skills practice. Doesn't that strike you as a bit odd?"The.