Grab some shit from the Doc's place. Back immediately. 10 minutes, tops. We'll save her."She crossed her arms and just looked at me like this was all ...y fault."I'll save her, I promise."I handed her a small hand-held HAM/GMRS radio."Channel 16. Leave it on but don't call us unless we call you. Here's the button to talk."I scooped up my regular AR and my fancy one from back home. It's got a red-dot sight that's very handy in the dark."Blake, can you shoot?" I asked as he ran up to me."Um, just. You quickly put it back and wrap it in the fabric again. You do not want anyone to see the blade, not yet. "It's to dangerous to show it," you explain to Ismene, as she gave you a questioning look. "A lot of people would kill for a blade like this," Antigone fills in."We got enough food for at least a week and enough gold to last a year and enough clothes to handle any weather," Antigone says. “Mother wanted us to go too her brother Rosario in Vismyre, we could start a new life there," Antigone. "What! How dare you talk to me that way? Fuck off!" Well miss priss, you had better rethink that position or out the pictures go, now get that shirt off and let me see your tits."Merriweather just stood there in disbelief. Then she slowly reached down and put her fingers under her pullover and lifted if off her head. She just stood there, her shirt in her hand, staring down at the kitchen floor.'"Wow, nice tits. Now take of your bra and toss it too me."Merriweather reached behind her, unsnapped. Exhausted from pushing their way through the noisy and unruly crowds, it was quite time for the evening service before the frustrated gléaman had guided his charges to the temple. Now, finally at the end point of their quest, the group had to wait for well over an hour before a senior priest could be made available to speak with them, and even after being told what they had come for, the decision to grant this request could only be given by the high priest himself, and another two hours were.