It had been their wisdom and Prophecies that had guided us throughout the countless human generations of war and violence. We tried with all our might...to stop Mankind from gaining a foothold on the Earth. Twelve thousand years of clouding their minds and erasing their memories. Twelve thousand years of guiding them down the path of selfdestruction.For what? They continued to thrive even now, but the Prophecy was Absolute in the minds of the Elders. 'Mankind will find Destruction or Redemption. “To lose three suggests some kind of ulterior motive.”The girl gave precisely the kind of smile that seemed to contain a lot of ulterior motives. James had his hand in his pocket, fingers round phone as Purple Girl said, “Well, maybe it was kind of an experiment of sorts.”So Nigel hadn’t been too far off the mark. There was a short silence before he said, “What kind of experiment? Psychology? Social psychology?”Purple Girl smiled again. She answered, but was looking at James rather than Nigel.. I knew that for sure. And she had no idea.I don't know if it was the long drive and ferry ride to Vancouver Island that did it, or if we were just so comfortable with each other, but once we got to the lodge, we flopped down on our respective beds. She sighed loudly and moaned." I stopped breathing for a second. It was definitely a sexual moan."Are you okay?" I asked. "mmmm" she replied. "The temperature is so nice and I'm so sleepy from the drive I just want to lay in front of the window. "You want to freshen up while I fix you a drink for a change?" Yeah, I'd could use a hair stylist. Where's the John?"Through that door to the left of the counter." Oh, and no thanks on the booze, I don't drink."Surprised, Warren came back lamely, "But... you're a bartender?" Was a bartender." She corrected him and with a weak smile went on to explain. "My father, sister and two brothers are drunks, so I thought I'd stay the hell away from it. Bartending serves as a daily reminder of how.