Wendy squeezed my hands. "So you disowned him. I suppose I can understand that, if he knew what she was doing and kept it from you. I don't think it's...right but I can understand."I was starting to get very tense and Wendy could see it. I sat there and she held me to her chest. I was certainly glad to have her with me. Looking down at those gorgeous breasts was some compensation for my world falling apart again. It took a few minutes for me to recover my composure."So you collected the evidence. The green logistics and the orange security battalions would be on the way in a few minutes. With good luck a secure camp would be set up by nightfall.The independent news anchor was trying to contact Hanna, ‘‘Are you still here?’’ He had some audio but no video.“Yes I am here,’’ as the video returned.‘‘What was the shooting?” Chuck Dodd the anchor asked.‘‘I just heard we now have prisoners. I guess they needed convincing that surrender was the right thing to do,’’ Hanna said.‘‘How many. ‘I wish it was you on my arm tonight and not that bimbo,’ he said. I could hear him sipping from his glass. His demeanor was changing as he spoke of her. ‘Did something happen tonight?’ I asked, suppressing the twinge of pain. ‘You saw how she was dressed tonight. It was inappropriate. Not to mention that there will be pictures of us all over the business page with stories questioning my ability to make decisions for the company. Questions that didn’t exist this morning and are only being asked. He paused, blinking rapidly, taking another breath but pulling in only a small bit of the already fading cloud, but enough to make him moan with intense fatigue. His muscles grew weak and his mind fuzzy as he slowly slumped to his knees.Hellfire, Yanna thought, and blew another puff into his face.Garas' eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor with a loud thud, motionless.Yanna sighed. She watched him for a few minutes. For a long moment she feared he had not survived the second dose, but.