As she was looking in the window of a shop, taking in the beautiful clothes on display, a face emerged. It startled Megan and she took a step back, me...ting his eyes. It was an older man with creamy brown skin, the hair on his head sparse, but his beard thick. A smile formed on his face and he held up a finger, motioning for her to come into the store. Nervously she nodded and opened the glass door, a jingle of bells playing above her as she entered.The smell of incense wafted into her nostrils. "Oh." Wendy."Oh." Rache."Oh." Kim."Oh, is right." Me."Somehow we need to get to the President before the CIA gets to us," suggested Wendy. "What are our strengths?" We have an aircraft that never runs out of fuel," I said."We have enough guns to fight a small war." Kim mentioned."We have two spare aircraft that have machine-guns." Rachael contributed."We have the watch." Wendy hugged me."We have nuclear fuel rods." That got looks. I pointed at the heavy crate. "If we dropped that crate, with. He quickly opened it and I heard him say, “Detective Armstrong, okay hold on a minute.” The detective turned to me and pointed down the hall saying, “Sorry, but I need to take this call, there is a small waiting room down there, the last door there on the right before the double doors.” He then wandered off down another corridor talking quietly on his cell phone. I led my wife and daughter down the corridor and turned into the room. The floor was carpeted, a comfortable change from the sterile. 'ere by the way, I weren't the only one missing you. Betty was asking if I'd seen you. You know that brother-in-law of yours has been in most nights this week looking for you? He seems in a real panic to find you" Bollocks, what does he want?" Dunno, he wouldn't say. But he's been dashing in here and out of here, bugging Betty and me about where you were all bloody week nearly. Little shit, didn't even stop to buy a drink."George never had been too enamoured with my brother-in-law either. But.