I was invited in by an incredibly gorgeous brunette in a tight, black mini dress and heels.“Please come in. We’ve been expecting you.”“Excelle...t. My name is-““D,” She finished for me. “Of course, we’ll call you whatever you want us to call you. We have no names. They aren’t important to us unless they are names you decide to use on us.”She closed the door as I stepped into the foyer. It was marvelously appointed in a classic, almost victorian style, with bold colors muted by subtle lighting. It was still black as the inside of one of King John’s dungeons in the tiny shelter where he had sought shelter the night before.He knew he had made a mistake as soon as he saw the robes of the pair of traveling nuns on their way to the Cathedral in the nearby city center on an annual pilgrimage of homage to the shrine of the Christ child in the humble manger surrounded by domestic animals and the shepherds from the flocks in the field.The huge figure of a man huddled speechless just inside the. If the log was so large that the blade wouldn’t cut all the way through it, we could simply turn the log over and run it through again to cut the other side. Maybe we should start small until we knew what we were doing. A three-foot blade would cut one foot deep and allow us to cut logs that were two feet across. Even logs thicker than that would be mostly cut through and could be easily split.I went back to the shop and talked to ‘the wife and kids’, Millie and Henry and Jim, about their pile. They werehearing the sound of a dummy with a sound track playing a prerecordedvoice, one that Morgan had been forced to set-up once his father hadunloaded their provisions.He listened quietly and didn't move, knowing that it would be deadly tohim. The invaders were armed to the teeth and ready to kill withoutgiving him a chance to speak. He could hear the orders being told toevery entering officer, shoot on sight if there were any sign ofaggression.The MCO were a non-government police/military.