Her eyes adjusted and she looked at the temples ceiling in wonder there was a beautifully rendered mosaic showing an old story back when the Sisters w...re enemies of the Empire. In it, the citizens of some town lost to time pleaded on banks of a river for their mothers and daughters to come back. On the other bank the new Sisters and Sisters of legend looked on impassively. People pointed in awe at the middle of the river as a rich noble woman and her husband both drown while fighting. At. We worked on follow up with those who killed my team and blew up Air Force Two. Jack frequently reported on progress, as various extremists disappeared without a trace, and huge fortunes went suddenly missing. They were always fortunes belonging to people who funded terror for some, unknown reason.The survivors of my team discovered large sums of untraceable money in their bank accounts. College scholarships were hastily awarded, mortgages were paid off, and some people found the local car. With a mighty “thump!”, a large object behind her stops Katie from continuing her backwards journey. Breathing a long sigh of relief, she bends down slightly at her waist, grateful for this momentary reprieve from battling the coarse winds. Standing erect once again, Katie hears her name again dancing on the wind. “Katie” - this time the voice sounded closer. Very close.Before Katie can take a step, two arms wrap quickly and strongly around her waist - trapping her within their grasp. She calls. “Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’ bastard in your belly?”“I am too far along for it to be his,” Marguerite explained. “You don’t remember? The night before you left for Paris,.