’ ‘I see. There is also the matter of the requisite laboratory work—the blood tests to ensure…’ Father Secco interrupted, ‘That won’t be...necessary, son. I want no physical contact.’ ‘Sir, I’m going to have to ask that you leave a number so that I can have Ms. Harris call you back. I do not have the authority to waive policy.’ ‘Will you instead schedule an interview, and I’ll call during that time slot? Friday afternoons are best for me.’ ‘Very well, sir. Friday afternoon at three o’clock. May I. ” Mr. Foster muttered, silently cursing when his whimper caused the Brit to hesitate. Perhaps he’d laid it on a little thick - Niles wasn’t an inherently cruel man, and he needed to skirt that line of helplessness. Thinking fast, he continued:“No, Brandi ... don’t stop.”The sound of Niles’ belt clinking almost caused Mr. Foster to smile, but he managed to resist. He was so close.“Suck your mother’s tits,” he mumbled, and even through the haze of exhaustion, he could feel Niles’ anger flare.“How. The air felt cooler here as well and Gemma shivered as the attendant looked directly at her as he explained the rules."I am the executioner," he whispered in a husky voice, his voice quiet enough that they had to press closer just to hear his words."You have been judged. You have been found guilty. Tonight you will all die."He paused for effect as he locked eyes with each and every one of them in turn. When he reached Gemma, she shuddered. His eyes were an unnatural yellow with a red ring. Next he has a juicy smile, if that is at all possible. I don’t know what it is, but the ever so slight turned up corners of his mouth coupled with his eyes just hold your attention. The other thing that Tanner is well noted for is his hair. A very distinct cut and gelled spiky style, he has earned many a nickname and he takes them all in stride. He is a quiet guy, but not shy - a definite observer of what goes on around him and he pays attention. He has a great sense of humour that not everyone.