His vision cleared, but the display was too far away to read. His arms were moving as quickly as humanly possible, so he pitched forward to bring the ...uit’s controls to his gloves.A high-pitched whistle announced the evacuation of the ship’s oxygen, and everything not tied down began to fly across the ship, only to bounce back when they struck the craft’s walls. Although he had no reason to doubt his suit, with his hand half way to his helmet’s controls, he took a deep breath of the remaining. I hope Regan is better at it that I am. That store she went into is expensive. Oh hell, she can afford it, I guess. Rita probably owns an umbrella factory somewhere."It took Armand a moment for two things to settle into the doorman's brain. Regan - the young redhead he'd seen with Andy Drayton several times over the past few weeks - was Rita Riley's child; and the young man was genuine in his statement about returning items he borrowed. Most hotel patrons considered anything they could lay. "Fuck me, if it ain't Bobby McTavish? What the fuck you doing in there Bob, why ain't you out in the yard with the boys?" he asked."Ah I fucked up at work the other day and punched some slimy fucking guard. They kicked me out of my private cell and threw me in this barred shithole and took away all my privileges. Lucky I didn't get solitary!" he griped."Too bad man; it sucks to be you," Steve said sympathetically to the con behind the darkened cell bars."Fuck she looks good Steve, how come you. Sure enough Hottie was rubbing his head and starting to wake up. ‘Oh mother fucker! What the hell…?’ he asked as he opened his eyes and looked at her. ‘Hey, you’re that stripper.’ Olivia shook her head, ‘Yeah I am ‘that stripper’ but since I just saved your life since that guy brought friends back to kill you dead, with guns I might add, you might try not to sound so disgusted with me.’ ‘Where are you taking me?’ He looked at her with a questioned look. ‘Well I am hoping that you will tell me.