The convoy was heading more slowlydown a narrow lane. Up ahead was, well, the largest building they'd seenfor a bit, a big old house, two stories, wit... other smaller buildings setaround it, all of them browned and peeling as if suffering from sun burn.Akueson's jeep stopped in front of the main house and the others pulledup behind him.Querry opened the door and got out before being told to. Farrantclambered out after him, stiff from the journey and needing the bathroombadly. One of the guards. Will walked through the door and I followed him into an almost empty parking lot, only my rental car and a two year old BMW were still there. I guess as an attempt at idle conversation or a sudden dim start of recognition Will turned to me and casually asked "What tapes are you getting from Mike?" Oh, the security surveillance tapes for the dance floor and the booth where we were sitting tonight." I answered as casually as I could, then I waited. It didn't take long for the light to go on in. This was to be a family party with not only wives and husbands but k**s also. As of yet we had no c***dren in fact I'm not sure if my wife wants k**s, she says she does but just not now. I was imagining the evening ahead of me as all the employees sit around talking shop and we spouses sit around talking about families. I didn't know it was to get worse.I heard the phone ring, and heard my wife-saying hello; I didn't listen but could hear some concern in her voice. After hanging up she came. Thank you.’ ‘Mr. Kirkland left instructions for you to report straight to the seventh floor, Miss.’ Sharon’s mouth dropped open. ‘O-Ok.’ Without another word she did as instructed. She had arrived at the administrative department and had been greeted as before. The desk she usually used on a Friday had been replaced by a bigger one with an intercom on it. She even had a mini filing cabinet behind her. It was into this that she began to dig around even as the intercom crackled again. ‘Sharon!’.