It had been one of those children who had sent the message andtheir location to Satin Nights.Satin Nights and Flower Child sat waiting. Both big truck... feedinginformation to their drivers who were now armed only with handblasters, picking their way into the underground facility.They made it in undetected, the girl Reader had gotten hold of a Tabletand was guiding them. Opening security doors to get them inside.It was getting them out that became the problem.One of the girls had screamed when. “Go ahead and put on your cassock and orar and we’ll go up to the ward.”I set down my bag, unzipped it, and took out my cassock. I put it on, buttoned the two neck buttons and the two buttons at the base of my rib cage, then tied the cord around my waist. I took my gold orar from the bag, held it for Father to bless, kissed his hand once again, and then wrapped it around me, crossing it in the front. When I finished, we made our way to the elevator and went up to the psychiatric ward.The ward. I hoped it would be soon, so I could get back out on the road.I was making a fair living at the time, traveling across the country selling those moving neon lighted advertising display signs. They weren't too expensive to buy, and many small business owners got excited about seeing their sales message tracking over and over again across the screen. For every four displays I sold, I'd pocket two hundred dollars. I made extra from making up extra sales messages if the purchaser wanted to have a. "Billy gave us No. 125. It's in the back. He said the motel is vacant," saidEd getting back into the car. It was as cheap a motel as you can find in Atlantic City. Foam mattresses,stains on the carpet, plastic furniture, cigarette burns on the coffee table.It was a dump. "Look, there's no need to get so damn rough," I yelled when they pushedme into the room. I was still under certain illusions about how far you couldgo collecting a gambling debt. Ed stepped forward and delivered a bitch slap.