Take a look at his occipital nerve, everyone. Make a guess about his range. Jake looked around at the others. Boris?There’s hardly any signal left w...en it gets to the prefrontal cortex, boss. I can’t believe it’s more than ten feet.Ellen?It’s not much worse than yours before we treated you. I’d guess 20 feet.Jake looked down mildly at the assassin.“Go take a piss and then come back down here,” Jake said.Wise felt hope for the first time since he had lost his mind-reading abilities. If he could. Just a few seconds later, there she walked beside me. In a different city after five years.She was drenched like coming out of the ocean, her hair touched her waist now, big black eyes irritated with rain, a confident face boasting the tales of the curvaceous body she carried with grace. It was the first time I saw her in anything other than a school uniform. She looked like this lesser-known actor Soundarya Sharma, google her if you wish, but with black hair, and serene face.Suddenly, she. The cameraman fumbled a little as he came in for a close-up of Anna’s lightly tanned body, the soft gentle curves of her feminine form shining brightly from the lights. The sound of the video was muffled and try as I might I couldn’t make out the voices in the room. As the picture closed in on Anna’s face she seemed very calm, almost as if she were in a dream-like state, her head bobbing and swaying as her blonde mane swept across her cheeks. How in the hell did Wanda have a video of Anna? I. ‘Miss Gordon did seem a little put off when your other guests appeared Mr Wayne. It occurred to me that she may have thought the dinner party was just going to be between the two of you. Had you told Barbara that the others would be there as well?’ Bruce thought for a moment, but then admitted that he wasn’t sure how he’d couched the invitation. ‘But even so, why that reaction?’ Alfred chose his words carefully. ‘Perhaps you haven’t noticed the way she looks at you Mister Wayne? I imagine that.