Mandy heard Tom’s brief, strangled gasp. Withdrawing her mouth from Marcus’s wet, soft probing, she asked her husband what was wrong. “Nothing h...ney. I just have a little stomach pain, I’m fine, really. Are you OK back there?” “Sure. I hope you don’t mind that Marcus and I are getting to know each other a little. I am sorry you are stuck in the front, driving sweetheart. I am being a bit naughty back here. I hope you don’t mind too much?” “It’s fine Mandy. Just be certain you are sure in what. When some foreign official or military officer needed to be taken out, Darien's unit always handled the mission. He had personally killed over a dozen men and women in the two and half years he'd been in the theaters of operation.He had killed when ordered with no questions asked. He'd become a cold, calculating killing machine.After he left active duty, he'd spent three years of intense therapy with the military psychiatrists attempting to deal with what he'd become. He'd finally managed to. ***** Kallah sat on a stone bench in the terraced garden outside of the northern entrance to the gallery of modern art. She loved it there looking out over the river where the city reared up on the far bank, all stone and glass reflecting the sun’s rays back into her shaded spot. She looked at her watch. It was still early, but she looked around just in case Mason too had arrived with time to spare as well. She looked down towards the parklands and imagined in her mind’s eye the bright sails. Now I was worried as well as curious. If she could do this what else was she capable of? Finally on the far outskirts of the small city Sheila stopped at a large house. "I am not detecting any life human or animal. I believe this would serve our purposes for now Doctor Gance." I nodded not really caring as the pain had started to increase again. Once inside Sheila set me on the nearest couch. Laying down I was out in no time. It must have been a few hours later when I slowly awoke to find.