"There you are darling, nothing's impossible if you try hard enough. Now we have to get you into the car. Come along."Sissy fumed silently at being tr...ated like a child but there was nothing she could do."Where are you taking me?" she asked."Oh nowhere far. Simply a safe place until the brew-ha dies down." They'll find you. They'll know I was here, there's my car!"Ellie raised her eyebrows and looked askance."What car darling? I see no car."Sissy's eyes darkened with fear as she realised that. " I have seen sissy maid uniforms on the Net. Are you talking aboutsomething like that? A French maid?" No. I have seen them - they wouldn't do. I'd prefer a simple black dress.A large and frilly apron - and a cap would make out the finishing touches.And the shoes should be comfortable to walk in - not high heels." I agree completely. But I see what you mean as to changing. Most of thethings would take little time to change into or out of - but the corsetand the stockings might slow you down.". “What is it?” Ignoring the throbbing pain of my broken finger, I pulled a throwing dagger from my bandoleer. I sucked in a breath as I gripped it awkwardly.I flicked my wrist. I winced at the clumsy toss. My throwing dagger tumbled through the air. The shadows flowed out of its path. Ealaín, standing on the other side, swung her war hammer and deflected the weapon before it struck her body.Then she charged in and swung her ax in great, scything arcs, cutting at the shadows. She severed through. As we passed it, a biometric scanner blinked into life. Computer banks lit up, pneumatic bolts hissed into position, unseen servos whirred busily. The place was coming alive at our very presence. We passed through an automatic door that bore the sinister logo of some foreign corporation then finally, our eyes fell on the strange craft mounted on a scaffold platform beneath the high domed ceiling. She bore no markings save for the name on her hull: ‘Kon Tiki’. “What is this place?” Marta.