"Who is she?" Debbie Freeman. Working freelance. Typical journalist blood-sucker who is only here to get pictures of human misery. 'Disaster porn' the... call it." If she keeps the world informed about the plight of the people here, then perhaps we can tolerate her," said a deep voice.The speaker was sat opposite Jennifer. A powerfully built black man with greying temple and twinkling eyes."Oh yes," started Nethercourt, "Let me introduce Mr Touissant. He is our liaison with what passes for the. "How long will the journey take?" he asked."About a second," I told him to a look of disbelief."We are Sorcerers and use Magic to do things," I added, but he still didn't look like he believed me."Magic?" he asked in a questioning voice."Yes, we are the ones who created the Defensive Shells around the British supply warehouses so they couldn't use the supplies," Annan told him before taking his hand, and they both vanished to reappear a few minutes later. Monsieur du Coudray didn't look well at. The umbrella of leaves above him was open here, the huge fallen tree had torn away the canopy revealing more of the sky and a good amount of light. He sat and looked around him, there was more debris here, scattered around the floor, some white and some ripped packets. It looked as if the area had been visited plenty. Through the darkening trees he saw car lights in the distance, he couldn't be too far from a road he thought. They seemed to curl around a bend and then out of sight. He was. "Well, headquarters is finally beginning to believe that there's some validity to those tips we received. They want you to continue surveillance. If we can get positive proof that Warren is in contact with someone higher up in the company, then we'll get the go-ahead from Washington to start questioning suspects and to subpoena the company's records."Both Tom and Charles groaned in frustration.Woods chuckled. "I swear ... you two look and act more like brothers all the time! No wonder everyone.