"No. We must decide if we need him." Need him? Why would we need that scum?" she spat out.With a large sigh, Mr. Yokata told what he had found out.The...prisoner's name was Fasil and the dead man was Yousef. They had indeed been sent as part of a team to kidnap Ismi. Rachman had promised his virgin daughter to an extremely wealthy North Yemeni sheik in exchange for some massive funding and secure locations for terrorist training camps. It would also give Rachman personal satisfaction to see his. Behind me, there was a little bit of commotion coming from the bathroom stalls. As I was still cursing that teachers and students had to use the same toilets in this goddamn college, someone quickly snuck past me and out the bathroom door, a hoodie pulled tight over their head.Curious, I looked around. One of the stalls was open. Was there something fishy going on here? d**gs? Smoking? I threw my stuff back into my bag and went over there to investigate. Inside, the stall looked innocent. Inwardly, she cringed at the thought of having to tell another bill collector that the payment would be a little late, but they all needed to forget about their financial troubles for a little while, and in the long run, popcorn and drinks, even at these prices, wouldn't make that much difference.Will stopped in the restroom to empty his bladder, making sure he wouldn't have to get up during the movie, and by the time he got to the lobby, the line for snacks was very long.Finally, after arguing. Even now, was Mrs Peters lying murdered somewhere? As these thought raced through her mind she stopped and looked around the room. This was not her dining room. All around the room, draped floor to ceiling, were lengths of cloth, silk by the look of it. The sun that usually beamed through the French windows was filtered through the material, bringing an unusual duskiness to the room. The dining room table had gone…where? She had no idea. The only furniture she could see was the chaise longue.