They discussed issues, music, art, world views…books…movies. She was certain that he liked her…found her good company. He was excellent company....They laughed together often. Maybe it worked so well because the future—at least any future between the two of them—never came up. It never came up because neither of them wanted it to and neither of them had any expectations. She knew she would miss him, she would absolutely miss the fucking. She hoped she could find someone like him in St.. . even if I was in the French speaking bit of the country ... I mean, they probably made cuckoo clocks somewhere around here, didn't they? Anyway, the neural feed told me that I had about half an hour to wait for my local connecting train — actually, it told me that I had thirty three minutes and 14.1 seconds, but you got used to that — so I went and got a coffee.One brief review of the Le Courrier later, I'd learnt not a lot. Well, not from the paper — the guys I was here to drop in on would. . A barrage of black beams hit the Horned Eel, doing close to none damage against its sturdy scales, resulting only in annoying and discomforting shockwaves.Posing an unperturbed demeanor, the Horned Eel tolerated the negligible assault to the best of its patience, but when he caught a glimpse of Zax’s figure slowly deceasing past the third and second rings of the crater, toward its sacred first ring, it finally lashed out a response.“ROAR!” It bellowed in retaliation. Its single horn sparkled. But when they moved I have to give it to them, they did it right. First they sent Agent Mission to collect me. I had never liked Mission, but I did recognize and trust her. She convinced me to take a state job, where they could control me. They would know quickly, if anything happened to me, In moving to that particular job I would leave no footprint. No one would think to look for an active cop in the Fish and Game Department. They probably figured by being in the enforcement devision, I would.