Of the four, Kathy was the hardest to read. She stood facing her, a wry smile written across her face and a look of quiet determination in her eyes."W...o are you? What do you want?" Karl demanded, breaking the silence.He doesn't recognize me, Claire realized. Warning bells rang in her head. She spun up immediately, focusing her attention entirely on Kathy. They faced one another like gunfighters, each daring the other to make the first move. Under Kathy's baggy top was an ominous bulge about the. It was never so bad that you felt like you had to move out, but you didn't really want to expose Jess to him. After a while, though, it had started to get weird that you kept pushing to go to Jess's place instead of yours, you arranged to stop by your place this Saturday afternoon after the usual workout. As you walked down the hallway to the apartment, you warned Jess that your roommate could be kind of an arrogant jerk."Oh, John, don't even worry about it," she told you. "If he's so bad, we. "She didn't bother asking how I knew about her visit ... not good."You would be correct. The waste of flesh formerly known as Lord Hightower had some very interesting theories on how so many of his people ended up dead, and he himself behind bars. He actually believed that a single person was behind it all. At first, of course, I dismissed it as being impossible. How could one individual accomplish what the US government – with all the resources at its disposal – could not?"This was not. He had a tattoo showing at the edge of his partially rolled sleeve. With no preamble at all she said, “Show me your tattoo.” “Which one?” he asked. “All of them.”Obediently he stripped off his shirt and tee shirt. He was marked with some kind of lettering, runes perhaps. That was what she had seen the end of, the font was somewhat flowing and the tail of the last letter was nearest to his wrist. There was also what looked like an equation between his shoulders under the back of his neck and a.