The look on Dawn's face when he told her to shut up was almost priceless and it was all Mike could do to not laugh. That would have really pissed her ...ff royally. Her mouth clamped shut and her eyes flashed angrily but she did not utter another word. "I'm so pissed at him now, he could tell me anything and I won't make a sound." Dawn thought."As I was saying," Mike continued, "Frances and I have been spending a great deal of time together and we have become close friends. Such close friends. I gritted my teeth. I figured that for the most part, the money was going to benefit the whole; but, man!It was late in that same year, when I was approached by Mr. Smith, my CIA representative. He had given me a couple photos to look at and seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then he opened his briefcase and pulled out another photo."Here is one that we want to know if he is alive. If alive, we want you to tell us where he can be found," he told me, passing me the photo."Got a name? Part of the. One of the authors is not being a native speaker of English, and although we have made an extensive use of orthographic correctors, you will certainly stumble on quite a lot of barbarisms and awkward pieces of syntax. We apologise for those and hope that they will not too much detract our readers from enjoying our deviant ideas. I. Chapter - Prologue to the journey of hell***********************************************Lieutenant Commander G?nther Prien (16 January 1908 ? presumed killed 7 March. The woman was generally trusting, even so, this was a little strange. The only time she'd ever been blindfolded was as a child at a birthday party. For a moment, she had the ridiculous idea that her boss wanted to play pin the tail on the donkey, or pop the balloon, or some other silly game. She almost laughed out loud at that, but then she felt another strap wrap around one of her wrists, then the other. "Hush now, and don't move unless I tell you. Do you understand?" "No! No I think, I think.