"He hurried away, leaving me there with my mind in a turmoil of indecision.The bus pulled into the stop. The door opened. I met the driver's eye as he...looked out waiting for me to board the bus. I shook my head and motioned with my hand for him to move on. The door closed. I felt a sudden urge to jump forward and bang on the door to be let in and for the bus to carry me away. I looked at the passengers as the bus pulled away from the curb. I imagined myself safely on board and settling into my. “I no longer work for the CIA or FBI.”“But you do work for someone,” says Courtney.He looks at her then to Serena. “What makes you think that?”Serena is the one to answer. “You’re too honest to turn mercenary.” She holds up a finger to stop him as he was about to speak. “And it’s not for your personal collection. You wouldn’t come all the way here just to buy something.”“You got me,” he says slapping his hands down on his knees. “I am here on assignment, but I need weapons.”“And your agency is. I was becoming concerned at how quickly I was using up my meager supplies with no way to replace them. When I finished up, I left some clean bandages and left instructions to have someone keep checking the wound. I also instructed the patient to stay off the leg and to keep it clean. If he behaved himself, the stitches could come out in about ten days, but it would still be sore for a while. I turned to my young wives and asked, ‘Are you all packed and ready to go to our new home? It’s dusty. "They all decided on the shrimp marinara after the gals insisted on Dutch treat."So what brought you two back to the Rathskeller? Do you enjoy slumming?" asked Greg."Girls night out. Our husbands are on safari, searching for wild things." They must be bonkers to ever leave you alone," said Mark, "especially you Sandy. You look so young and vulnerable." We're both the same age. Almost thirty," shot back Jan."Wow," said Greg, "you both look younger, but thirty isn't old." I said almost thirty.".