We don't want to hit Calveen's or Robby's men." Roger directed one of our runners to tell his gunmen what to do."If we can get word to Robby and Calve...n, it's time to start the round-up and not kill unnecessarily. Or, at least, it will be that time by the time we can get word to them. Also, remind Robby not to shoot Calveen's men." They won't," Roger said, "Nan read about uniforms and all Calveen's men and all Robby's men are wearing yellow streamers to identify themselves. It was Janet's idea. .." Maggie nodded her head towards the table thatMallory sat at. "I think tonight's the night." Oooh, drama. We're fucking outta here," Sherrie laughed, dragging Sethby his arm towards the exit. Maggie watched them go, then, slinging herguitar, moved towards the table where her friend sat. She politelyrebuffed the various members of the audience who wanted to talk to her,using the standard "I'dlovetobutI'mkindabusyrightnow" excuse."Hey Witch." Mallory's face was rather detached, as she looked. "He reached up to a high shelf and brought down a blue swirly ball about 6inches in diameter. She gazed at its hypnotic patterns as if trying tofigure out a secret Kabalistic code hidden inside. After a bit, she gotthe impression of letters which resolved themselves into: STOLSGMC.SAV."What do those letters mean, and what is this thing, anyway?" That, my dear, is a 'save-game' slot...." Just then, the bell rang and ayoung man strolled into the shop. He was handsome and carried himselfwith an. “Good afternoon.” Her voice almost broke when she spoke the greeting.His eyes widened when he saw her. He could not have recognized her, but Sandrine’s blackness and her beauty provoked a response in the boy not unlike what Roger had experienced when he first met Sandrine.“Good afternoon.”“My name is Sandrine. May I ask your name?”He looked puzzled but he responded.“My name is Henry. How may I help you?”“How old are you, Henry?”Henry’s puzzlement turned to uneasiness. He stepped back through an.