Blueprints were the meat of the list. Hundreds were listed, including clockwork sentries and there were ten different types of those ranging from 500 ...oints to 10000 points for something called a Sun Soldier. There were even two more grayed out.Only two grayed out of each category didn’t seem right. I knew there had to be more. I was sure that some event or action would unlock a grayed out choice, and there still would be two gray choices.There were also blueprints of weapons, armor, advanced. They blend in a little now, playing in the garden while boy and panther look out from the picture window, amazed and in awe of their easy movements. He never gets tired of watching his friends. They are each different but to the casual observer are all the same, white fur and dust grey spots and splotches. Glowing blue eyes. What they don't see are the little things, the shape of a paw or the pattern of spots down the spine or shoulder. The fact that one of them has one steel grey eye. The boy. ”“Why don’t you spend the night, Mr. Meagher?” Jo suggested. “Wayne has a room fixed for his grandfather’s visits. In the morning—in the daylight—we can get you back home and not worry about you freezing.” Gee smiled at how familiar and at home Jo was in Wayne’s house. All evening, she’d acted like she lived there. Perhaps she did now.“So kind of you. So kind,” Collin said. “You wouldn’t have a drop of whisky, would you?”“Can you stand scotch instead of Irish?” Wayne chuckled.“Nothing wrong. Have I subconsciously decided to back off? Is that it? Am I going to look at the start of the second pitch and just give up? Surely if I seriously intended to try, my nerves would be singing like windchimes in a gale, so where are they? Ah well – we’ll find out… Sometime later, I’m standing at the belay at the top of pitch one, about half a ropelength above the base of the crag. I’ve taken the rack of protection gear from Nick and clipped each item to my harness gear loops. I have been.