I prayed that she wouldn’t light it. “If you light that, it will be evidence of Cuban chemical warfare capability.” She stuck out her tongue.Bec...ming serious, I began to share information. “Sometime in late 1961, the Office of Naval Intelligence received a report from human sources to the commanding officer of Guantanamo Bay Naval Station, Rear Admiral Edward O’Donnell. This was less a spy report, and more information gained from skilled intelligence officers who socialized with Cuban workers. ” she points north. “That’s the merchants quarter, the shop I’m looking for is on the far side of it,” then she gestures to the east, “Officially, that’s the commoners quarter, but everyone calls it the slums.”Turning north, she froze for a second, eyes locked on a large three story building. Hate rolled off her, the scent so sharp and pungent that it cut through the more general stink of the city. Without a word she continued walking. Such strong hate. How curious. Everything I did, and she. He was now three strokes up.I lost myself in thoughts about Tamara. Was she trying to find me a suitable mate or mates if she died?I called Ralph to confirm everything was set for the next morning. He said he was getting very anxious.George and Bob helped me with the PowerPoint presentation. They both stared at the screen."Do you think that will work?" Bob asked.George said, "The layout looks feasible." Don't say anything about this until the meeting tomorrow with James and Phil," I said.We. Oh and bring the bid to me when its done so that I can ensure it suits our needs."I felt my anger rising. Mark Thomas was a slimeball. He was about 24, tall and handsome and so full of himself that there wasn't room for anybody or anything else. He wasn't fit to lace Richard Greaves' boots. All he was concerned about was how Richard's death affected him.I didn't answer. I just turned and walked back to my office in a daze. I was upset at losing a friend and fuming at the way his death was being.