"I know..." His turn to sigh and look much older than his twenty-two years. "...Been doing a lot of thinking lately. You were right. I got greedy and ...t bit us both in the arse. You were lucky enough see it and do damage control, saving your career. I got what I deserved." Well thank you for finally admitting to it." I had already forgiven him as soon as he had said I was right but there was still venom in my tone. The "damage control" as he had put it was not as smooth or as easy as he made it. Their black hooded cloaks draped them in obscurity with only the grey of leggings showing as they entered the chambers. The acolyte bowed, backing out of the chambers and closed the door behind her.The three cloaked individuals made no sound or noise as they approached the sitting high-priestess. The individual in the middle stepped forward and stopped as they kneeled as one, right hands coming up to touch left shoulders, palms splayed."How may the Nightshades serve the Most Blessed Mother?". You can't really make her out. Her voice is sexy, her form suggests she might be too. You could be watching any of millions of videos where you can actually make out what the girl looks like. But for some reason this one catches your fancy.She looks into camera... as far as you can tell and whispers. "So... this is my first video. I've never... I mean I've always wanted to do this... I'm at a point in my life when I feel like I have to do this. And I guess you have to trust what I'm about to. " Psychlone yelled into the mike."Give Peace a Chance," echoed the crowd, totally ignorant of the political context of the 1960s and the United States of America's futile war in Vietnam. This was just one of the many conflicts that had led to the nation's economic collapse and eventual disintegration. And this was a nation—now split into three warring nations that were threatening to fragment even further—that once considered itself the world's policeman in an era when that notion seemed.