.a second car was parked in your driveway...and as i looked over your curtains were drawn closed... oh well i thought ..and i went into the house and...changed into something comfortable and fixed my self a drink.. and sat on the couch to relax....i had barely enough time to finish my drink when the phone rang and you where there...your smiling voice greeted me and asked if i was busy and if not would you like to come over . i asked if your company had left..and you said no..but that she would. Fuller and her kids to sit and wait until he was done dealing with the wagon. It also allowed him to make a safe place for the woman if her labour did come on strong. Ben was sure the woman appreciated the thought even though neither of them mentioned it when Ben threw up a piece of canvas as a lean-to so that the woman had some shelter.The third thing taking things out of the wagon did was to keep the kids away from it. With pots and pans and other items up by the fire Mrs. Fuller could tend. It took a good bit of power to cast it though, as did my other offensive spells.Just three of the spells I had at the ready would exhaust the power I had stored within myself, that's how strong they were. Still, dealing with terrorists or criminals, however you labeled them, was going to be dangerous.I clutched my staff tightly and looked at it. Colonel Frank Barnes had gotten embassy security to let me retain my staff. It did represent a lot of power, and to trust someone not vetted or with. ‘Where? I can’t fucking see anything!’ ‘I’ll ask,’ I said, spotting a pair of dark-skinned young girls in tight skirts tottering by on exaggeratedly high heels. The way they were dressed wouldn’t be considered remotely stylish in London, but this was America where good taste in fashion, we’d discovered, was mostly confined to New York. ‘Yeah!’ I said when I’d returned to the sisters carrying the memory of a garbled message inflected with a thick Hispanic accent. ‘There’s a club round here just.