"I shrugged, acknowledging his point without agreeing with it. "And if I don't? What happens then?" Nothing." He returned my surprised look with one o... his own. "Do you expect consequences? Why? I don't expect you to go to authorities you don't care for and turn me in as an English spy. Forcing you is hardly an option. You'd simply slip away one night." Well then, what's in it for me? I really don't need money, although I have no objections to getting paid."Robert stood up and walked up to me.. For some months, you have studied, learned, read, and thought about power, morality and responsibility. My mind control drug gives you great power and, as Lord Acton said, ‘Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.’ Since you are receiving this message and not the other one, you handled it properly. But, listen! That devil dog, lust for power, will come back again to bite you on the ass. Be ready to fight him off!”“That is the end of Bert’s message, Davy. Any questions about it?”“No,. I briefly looked across the table to see if his parents objected to anything. It didn't look like they did. So I followed him into the house. From the terrace we went directly into the living room, where Adam was sitting in front of the TV and playing his game. When he saw us come in, he scratched his balls briefly. Either out of reflex or to give some kind of sign. We continued up the stairs to Jay's room. I entered it for the first time and first looked around a bit. A typical teenager's. Locking eyes with me, he told methat he and his buddies were wearing their Sunday best. They were dressed for a night on the town. When they tried to get into the club, the bouncers asked for ID. Saadiq showed them his driver’s licence, Ontario security guard licence and Seneca College student identification card. He was well-dressed, had money and proper ID, and yet they were bothering him and his friends. After some haggling, they were let into the club. When they started dancing with their.