’ With a last glance that held a moment, she actually winked at Joe before receiving more well deserved praise from the small throng. And more flowe...s. Dinner proved even easier for Joe being in the company of the lovely half Indian and half, well, Indian (of the Mexican, perhaps ancient Mayan extraction) musician, Consuela. It reminded him of the inauguration of his threesome relationship with Carol and Maya at the Moosehead after the premiere dance performance the year before. At first it. It was not the ideal scenario for a fully functioning "Looter" band but he realized they had evolved from Looters into something more positive. They were now sort of a well-trained Survival group that mirrored many of the other Survivor groups already doing their best to avoid the Military sweep units and Looters like they had started out as back in the beginning.Just past the foothills, they ran into some small detachments of a Survivor's group that had apparently been successfully on the run. 'Oh yes, I can't wait to meet the parents who broughtup such a sexy, intelligent hunk!'... There, now you can be the perfectlittle girlfriend for their darling son." Peter!! Why'd you do that? Don't you think it's a bit soon to meet theparents. We've only known each other a few days," I blurted out."Susan, you're my little sister, I want you to be happy," he smiledsmugly.I decided that arguing was just going to make it worse and I didn't wanthim to command me to do anything else if I could. At the start of the race I had an appointment to keep and I made my way to the edge by the start line. Marcus was waiting there for me. He was German, five feet eleven inches tall, blonde, angular, and ruthless. ‘Is he here?’ he asked me. ‘Drives a ’68 Shelby GT350, he’s six seven, blonde, can’t miss him.’ ‘I see him.’ I turned and saw Gunnar across the street, scanning the crowd. ‘I’ll distract him, fall back.’ He melded into the shadows and I made sure to stand up, knowing my red hair stood.