I also noted the black dog tags around her neck with silencers, an odd choice of jewelry. I thought to myself that this wasn’t just any girl, but a ...rained professional.I had wandered into a different world, and to my own dismay, I was beginning to enjoy it. At breakfast there was a lot of talk about how bold it had been for the outlaws to have tried to take out Carson like that. I mostly sat back and listened. It wasn’t my place to say anything. It was Carson who turned to me and said it was. It didn't take that long. I wondered how I ever could have missed someone so powerful before. It seemed stupid. He could have tried harder to hide, but he wanted me to find him, so I did.The night lived around me, throbbing with power, as I pulled into the gravel paved lot in front of an nasty looking dive bar. A motley assortment of modified motorcycles were lined up out front, and Iron Maiden, of all the trite possibilities, came blasting out of the recently repaired door and frame.I must. Thing.He went to his gun cabinet got his old shotgun and loaded it and went to that room and opened the door and the boom scared the women something awful but the professor came back and assured them he had killed this... this... Thing!Well we shall never know the end of it.Did the Thing indeed somehow live through being blasted with 12 gauge buck shot?Was there another of these things loose somewhere?Meanwhile deep in the City where Andrea and Carletta lived in the dark slums where anyone who. " She hesitated for a moment. "Jack. I have four days free from Monday. Any chance I..." Come. I'll pick you up at Derby station and I'll re-arrange my appointments. Just let me know what time you get to Derby." Brilliant! I'll call you with the times."I watched the programme when it was broadcast on the Sunday evening. It seems silly really as almost everyone knows that the result show is recorded on the Saturday evening, yet everyone involved goes to great lengths to support the fiction that.