They'd been drummed out and had had the surgery andchanged their names. And ceremoniously forgotten after the Navy sealedthe records."I guess I looked...a bit worried. "Don't sweat it Madison. We do things alot differently now. There is absolutely no copies of your old recordsanywhere but in the safe in the office of the JCS. Not even thepresident knows who you were before, nor will he." Stated the General.Two men in black suits came wandering in through the back entrance."General," they nodded. "You'll get laughed at, Zak, if you use outdated slang like that around the modern streetsmiths. They're called gazers. You'll get the hang of it though, just try and pick up words other smiths use, okay?" Of course I tried to hold back on using my gangtalk that much around crowds like there were on trains like this. It was dangerous to say the wrong thing. You might get arrested and brought in for questioning if you used fluent gangtalk in a place like this. He just nodded and kept looking. In one hole."Rolling back ontop of Arya, in one forceful shove, the Hound turned the girl onto her stomach. Bringing his full weight down on her, Arya could barely breath. Grabbing the back of her head, the Hound pushed down hard, practically crushing it into the ground. Arya tried to scream, but she couldn't. Finally, the Hound pulled her up to his face, his fingers in front of her mouth."Lick them. They're going in your arse, one by one."Rather than letting Arya do as she was ordered, the. The ankle cuffs had to comeoff, but his normally talented and knowing hands werestupid and useless. His fingers roamed the buckles, as iftrying to figure out how they worked. His cock, which hadbeen put back a while ago, was rubbing against his jeanswith every heartbeat.In the end he realized that there was no time to get theankle cuffs off and instead struggled out of his jeansand dragged Enolah down, throwing her unceremoniouslyacross the desk so that her toes still dangled above thefloor..