”“Today we are filled with sorrow and fear from the events of the last few months. As you know there were six massive raids last night. Those raid... were ordered by the terrorist task force.”“There were many agencies involved and there has been one person keeping everyone pointed in the right direction. There is no one better qualified to put the pieces together for you than the chairperson of the task force.”“Ambassador Jones, you have the podium.”I was just stepping forward when an agent. Four different guns were rattling off. Converging on the central staircase. I loped down the stairs, the tower was too close to be effective against four men with guns. I needed movement. I needed surprise. I needed space. Deep within me, the Monster roared its challenge.I was already in motion as the first man crested the stairs. I hit my knees mid stride, the heavily waxed hardwood floor allowing my momentum to carry me forward. The sound of my approach drew the gunman’s attention. He swung. My nostrils were filled with the overwhelming scent of his leather as he pulled his coat close around my head and continued to pump in and out of my face, I was sucking for all I was worth, wanting only to please him.And then I felt it, the splash of something warm on the small patch of bare skin between my top and my skirt. I heard a grunt and then another warm splash. They couldn't be could they? My question was answered by Master laughing, "Well done sir, lovely shot, the rest of you feel. Because of his strategy, people come to him for help. The people he loans money to are not just clients or a loan number to him, they become his friends, and he calls them 'his people.' I think I called him a facilitator once, because he brings many things together to make things happen." No wonder you're so smart. Your dad is a very smart man to treat people like that." Her phone started ringing, so that ended the conversation. Once she hung up, she said, "Sorry about that, but we are going to.