She made the trek to the luggage area, and waited with the others for her bags. A few people glanced and whispered in her direction, but she didn't ca...e. When her sea-bag finally made its way down the conveyer belt, she slung it onto her back and headed toward the door."Doc! Doc!"The voice was the first bit of comfort she felt since she left. She looked up to see the dark straight hair and brown skin of her friend, Maria Valencia, running toward her. The two hadn't seen each other since her. "I nodded, "Yes. OK, I get your point. Well,what do you suggest?"She shrugged, "I think we should call you Nic."I blinked, "Huh? But that's like my nameanyway?"She sighed, "Nic, n-i-c, short for Nicola. It'sclose enough to remember. Even Cara Malone hadto be someone normal when she wasn't famous,"there was a touch of irony in her voice, "andbefore she was a big star, she was plain oldNicola Evans."I chewed my lower lip and thought about it. Itdid make sense. "OK, well that could work, Iguess.. "How?" You have a slave society, do you take any notice of personal slaves?"She shook her head "No ... They are ignored." Her puzzled expression suddenly changed to understanding. "You will pretend to be my personal slave?" Yes."She was silent for a moment. "You could go anywhere I go, no one would even give you a second glance." She paused to think. "But how would you get the information you need?"Tristan glanced down at his hands for a moment before replying. I have learnt a lot since we were. I sat with my blackmailer and waited. He held his finger lightly on the enter key all the time. It was almost as nerve-wracking as sitting with a goddamn suicide bomber.It was almost an hour later when the car returned. The guy was grinning from ear to ear as he strode back to the Lincoln."I've got it!" he exclaimed. "These hicks are fucking idiots. Let's get this back to the boss." You have what you want, so hand over the computer," I demanded as I reached for the laptop."Oops!" laughed the.