"She has it stashed somewhere then, great. What about the pick pocket?" She dead boss. Gutted her myself when I picked up the clown." Zsasz points to ...he back of the room. "Need me to get the body for motivation?" No, I think-" Sionis is cut off as Harley starts to wake up. "Wait, go grab the Ikiryō. I think I got an idea."Zsasz walks out into the shadows while Harley stirs. She moans slightly in reaction to her violent abduction and then smiles as she observes her surroundings."Boys, boys, I. “Maybe you should take these off. It’s a little warm in here.” She said in her southern accent again. I watched as she stood up to help me undress. She first pulled off my tie, followed by my small belt holding up my pants. She then ripped open my shirt, causing all the button on my shirt to fly off. Dolly then rubbed my muscular chest. She stopped to kiss my right nipple.Next I felt her grab my pants around the side of my hips. She ripped them down to the floor. I was now standing in. I reminded myself that much of my success where feeding was concerned depended on stealth and subterfuge. I also concluded that because my survival depended on the taking of blood, this very act was also responsible for shaping my attitudes towards those that sustained my existence. Something in me was repelled by the idea of taking of blood for its own sake. It was centred on the old homily about 'eating to live and living to eat'. The idea of becoming a creature that drank blood to assuage. " Okay. See you in a bit." And both stepped into the channels.***He was a New York police officer, one of those who had gotten to the World Trade Center just after it had fallen. He had lost many fellow officers that day. The grief and anger might have subsided if not for the fact that Usama bin Laden was somehow managing to avoid justice. American forces were still pursuing him, but Usama was still at large.He turned off the TV, angry after another report detailing how the army still hadn't.