I... beg pardon, Mistress... ”“Shut up! Get me a Campari and soda. Lots of ice.”“Yes, Mistress... ”Julia, naked as ever, bounded away, bot...om swinging. She had spent the morning cleaning and polishing in her Mistress’s suite... and hoped that everything would be found satisfactory. She returned deferentially carrying the bright red drink on a tray, the ice tinkling. Her Mistress was a shade tense. That was never a good sign.“Cigar!”Julia took one of the slim cigars which lay in a silver box,. , and Iused to be Murray, M.U.R.R.A.Y. I trust that you figured out that spellingis important." Yeah. I'm Alice, spelled A.L.I.C.E., not to be confused with the thirtyother Alices in the Complex who spell their names with Ys, Ss, and extraEs and Ls."Murrie began explaining everyone else's names, but Alice shook his handsat him. "No, Murrie, stop! One name at a time! If I try to learn too manyat once, I won't rem'ber anyone!" Then, he looked at everyone circlingaround him, and he squinted his. Dammit, it was taking too long to shift his aim with that heavy shotgun. Okay, he had made a mistake, and he should be using his .45.Jim switched weapons, and he heard Jane’s shotgun. She probably missed, too. Jim hoped that she would recognize the problem and switch to her pistol. That was when he mentally kicked himself because he finally remembered the combat radios that the two of them had. “Jane, switch to your pistol! This is the wrong fight for the shotgun.”“Roger.”At that moment, he. "Fred's?" she asked."Yeah," Jeff laughed. "He asked me to pack him a few things. He said he was embarrassed to ask you or any of the others to pack his undies."Diana laughed. "Oh, my goodness. A hard-nosed retired cop worried that I might see a stain from a racing stripe in his shorts," she mused aloud.Jeff chuckled as he followed the Escalade down the drive. "Actually, he had his clothes all hung in a very orderly manner, and the ones that were folded were neat as well. It looks like most of.