Chase was getting fed up at the planning of the bloody tour, not understanding why he was constantly flying all over the US instead of starting at one...end and finishing at the other. Then again Chase was getting fed up with everything. It had been a week since he had last seen Sam. Seven days, but to Chase it felt like a life time. He missed the way she smiled at him, the way she would look when she drew or painted, he missed her smell and the way her hair blew in the wind. Hell, he missed. The man jerked as he let go of the weapon and I spun around to my left.I extended my left arm with it cocked and slammed the back of my elbow into his head. He flew back and down as I moved after him and brought the side and heel of my shoe down in a strike to crush the throat. I spun as I looked at the silent ballroom and knelt to strip the weapon harness off the man and put it on.I took the rifle and the pistol in a thigh holster before moving to one of the other men. Four bodyguards had. They were rock hard and must have been a week old. Gustav broke his in two, and the girls giggled as he tried valiantly to spread butter on the resulting crumbs. Lauren looked past Emma and watched the lights of San Falino fading into blackness, thoughts of home drifting through her mind. She wondered how Jim was, realising that she hadn't talked to him or thought about him for weeks. Perhaps he had a girlfriend now. She hoped so. That would make life easier when she returned.The remainder of. "Ah," Rod said suddenly. "Just as I'd hoped."He stepped away from their little cluster and waved to someone who hadjust come in. A moment later, a well-dressed couple made their way overto them. The gentleman was about sixty, and dressed, as Rod and Georgeboth were, in a tuxedo. The woman who was with him was a good ten yearsyounger, her coiffed blonde hair beginning to gray, wearing a royal bluegown and silver heels. It was she who spoke as they approached."Hello, Rod," she said. "So glad you.