”“You are right, Frances. Thanks, my love.” He looked at the documentation in front of him. “We need something to store these in for taking th...m back with us.”Frances sighed, “Typical man, no good at practicalities. Here you are: One strong carrier bag, that I shoved in the car when we left.”“Thank you, my darling. I really need you to help me for the rest of my life, don’t I?”“Indeed so. Now get these papers into the bag, and return the rest to your mother’s box. It looks like a chocolate box,. You're scanning the classified page he provided, the potential jackpots already circled. The top one on the list is "Daphne Center for Reproductive Health". WANTED: Men 18-25 in good health to contribute semen for screening and potential fertilization of clients. PAY $50 for all contributors and up to $1000 dependent on results of screening. Fri&Sat, 1314 Downing Street, CALL IN ADVANCE 555-7834. Only three applicants per day.Fifty dollars for a few minute's work--so to speak? Not bad. And up. The two men got ready and waited for the cops to exit the nightclub. As soon as the cops showed back up, the men opened up with devastating fire from their rifles. Both cops were caught flat-footed, and died within moments. No telling how many bullets actually hit them, but both men fired off 12 rounds, and that was enough lead to kill almost anything in that size range.The men ran up and dragged the cops and their Segways off the street and into a convenient alley. George did the butchering. Her lower lip quivered and her hands were clenched.Wellswood, on the other hand, looked like an African Serval; measuring its prey; trying to decide whether it had the upper hand or not. It was a fixed stare without blinking. He was a millimeter from springing at her.Mark watched in amazement that she could sound so calm about the situation, He was seething inside and it was all he could do not to leap from his chair to strike Wellswood. Anna knew her husband could lunge at the bastard and kill.