But then again we don't really have a place in the table of organization either. However, since you seem to be somewhat reasonable I'll tell you I had...a CAP of seven point five."The woman looked both impressed and shocked. "Wait! You have that good of a score and you are slaving away chasing petty crimes against the drones? Why aren't you doing something important to help save the true cream of humanity?"I could feel Linda's anger and shock, but mentally stomped on my own before it became. I had a brace of cap lock pistols, as did Mimi, who was as good a marksman as any man. Rollo had his flintlock pistol, Hassan had a blunderbuss, and the two guards had old but still reliable French Charleville muskets left over from the French invasion of 1798. I had not brought my broadsword but had acquired a scimitar, which I carried across my back in a baldric. I found the weapon useful for chopping firewood, and was confident it would do just as well at chopping flesh.I thought Rollo would. It was a nice cool,bright sunny day in early October. The year 1971, and I was sittingalone, at the far end of a counter, in an old-style diner. The diner isnot my normal breakfast hang out. I was mainly here, because one of thebest and largest hardware stores in the area was right near by, andthat's where I was headed next.After I finished my breakfast, I paid the waitress, and gave her a nicetip. The waitress left to ring up my payment as I took my last sip ofcoffee and stood up to leave. I. It had been a busy and quite dramatic week. All the same he had already achieved quite a bit and there was more in the pipeline. He decided to get away for the weekend, get some fresh air into his lungs and allow his brain to clear. The weather forecast was reasonable so he decided to explore the Lake District, somewhere he had never been before. He played around on his laptop and decided Ambleside looked a good place to spend Saturday night. He managed to find a Bed and Breakfast there and set.