"I AM HERE ON THE KING'S ORDERS!" Sir Reynolt mumbled.Bartand smiled, but his smile was full of melovance and spite as his hand pressed the knife clos...r to Sir Reynolt's throat."The charade is over Sir Reynolt, you are not here in the King's name nor are you here to collect taxes for the King. Now again choose your fate!" Bartand sneered pressing the knife against Sir Reynolt's quivering adam's apple.Bartand drew a drop of blood, and Sir Reynolt's screech of pain."ALRIGHT YOU WHORE'S SON. "There is one other thing I was asked to pass along to you. The idea of using the census as a cover was quite ingenious; in fact we are going to implement it Agency-wide. It will probably save the life of a good number of our Scouts. The Director wanted me to make sure I told you he was glad he thought of it." I'll bet that set your Talent tingling," Marlin laughed."It doesn't bother you he is taking credit for it?" the truth-teller asked curiously."Hmm," Marlin pondered a bit. "I suppose it. Part of it extended out as a covered balcony. The room was full of memorabilia from the army. The old man had the quiet dignity and the glitter of authority in his eyes that one associates with retired colonels. Even when he sat relaxed on the cane chair he held his back straight as if on parade. His feet that were up on a moda covered with a blanket for it was a cold December morning, and a stiff breeze was blowing across the hall. On a small stool by his side were an inhaler, some bottles of. The way that Suzie was looking at her reminded Cindy of the way some guys looked at her -- like they wanted to fuck her brains out. It was too much for Cindy to even think about."We have to get to a phone, Suzie," she said, stretching out on her bed and staring up at the ceiling. "If we can get in touch with our parents, then they can come and get us out of this hell-hole." Dream on, girl," Suzie said. "I was checking things out before James was leading us around. Someone is always going to be.