I didn't notice any headlines about Top Secret CIA Biochem Weapon Labs burning (farther) down, but the Portland paper mentioned the tragic burglary-go...e-wrong of a respected, senior DHS agent. Amazingly, he had the same name as that asshole Robert Moran. I had killed Moran and Wright in an attempt to cut the connection between me specifically and the "Mark Anderson" the CIA knew about - perhaps without knowing where I'd come from after I'd destroyed so much of their data - as there must be tens. "Ian, you are out ghillie's son, are you not?" "Yes, ma'am. Born and raised on the estate. I am good at the hunt, but I prefer to care for horses. Your husband was good enough to let me take on the groom's role when old Smith passed." "You do a great job, Ian. Our horses had never been so healthy as when you took over." "Thank you, ma'am." "Ian, I need a rest. Let's dismount over by those trees there." "As you wish, m'lady." They rode over to a grove of oaks on the top of a hill. Ian assisted. The mech dropped to the ground and wouldn’t be getting up again. Hammer took notice of how effective that is and attacked the Javelin’s rear and did good damage to it. Dekker added his fire too and ripped it’s right leg off sending it crashing t the ground.The Javelin pilot just would not give up and wanted to take one of us with them so they stood up and kicked my mech. Minor damage but I was sick on them so I punched them back and my left arm went right through their right torso and ripped it. "Close all doors, all exits and corridors!" he snapped.Then he turned back to Tittiefuck."Process those two, Tittiefuck, with the others".He pointed at Anya and Tara. They stood like zombies, a wide grin plastered to their faces. "Do it quick," Fink went on. "Keep the lil blonde slut in custody. And the witch too." He pointed at Dawn and Willow."Can you remember that?" Tittiefuck can, Master," smiled the black bimbo.She took them out of the room. Fink once more turned towards the guard."Take me.