"I decided against the inane remarks that came to mind, and agreed with her. "Okay, the Frenchman's it is".Thirty minutes later, (Yes, I was impressed...with Helen's ability to make herself very presentable within a short time frame. In fact, she had to wait for me before we could leave.) we pulled into the Frenchman's for breakfast. Oddly enough, the Frenchman's was actually owned and operated by a small henna-haired French woman in her fifties named Lilly. The kitchen was run by her husband, a. Fingers tightened imperceptivity on the stocks of weapons. This was the extreme danger zone, the area where the mountains met the foothills, the area where the Argentines loved to initiate their ambushes since it allowed them to strike at their quarry in relatively open terrain while keeping themselves concealed on the peaks and in the thick vegetation. The platoon was ready for trouble and they were expecting trouble. It wasn't long before they encountered it.As was almost always the case, the. This year was going to be different.The train's horn sounded, it was a final warning before it took off. I heard the shuffling of feet outside the cabin. The door to my cabin opened slightly, and two eyes peeked in. Cho Chang stared at me for a moment, and quickly the door closed.The door burst open, and Cho Chang pulled her carry on behind her. She placed her things in their compartment, taking a seat across from me."Idius," said Cho. Cho looked delighted to see me, her smile was able to pull. Initially she began with the expurgated version of the story they'd memorialized in the revised ship's log, but at MacPherson's insistence she soon switched to full disclosure after extracting a promise of silence. Toshimura listened to the tale mostly without comment."So that damned Mallet was the problem after all," he said when she was done. "Always thought he was just a political hack, and a bad fit at SES. But I admit I never saw him as malicious, I just figured him for a jackass." He.