Standing on the other side of the door, clutching a duffel, and tapping her foot, Elaine was just about to press the doorbell again, when the door sud...enly was opened just enough for an arm to snake out, and grab her upper arm. Elaine felt herself being pulled into Charlene’s house. The door slammed behind her, and dropping the duffel, she felt both her wrists pinned to the wall over her head. Charlene was kissing her wildly, all over her face, and pressing a dick into her tummy. A dick? What. "Fuck the meeting! I'm going home!" she lamented and turned back to the restroom.Then she heard an ominous rumble; the unmistakeable sound of approaching motorcycles."Jesus!" she whined and tottered across the parking lot.Just as she arrived at the entrance to restroom the parking lot was suddenly lit by headlamps. She raced inside, ran into the first stall and closed the door, slamming the latch across to lock it. She prayed the cyclists would be attracted to the lights of Bob's Old Style. She needs your help. Berniss needs you. You've got to hold on, Rand. She needs you... 'Slowly, Rand's thoughts settled. The pain was still there, but it was overridden by this new thought. Berniss! She needed him?'... she'll need your help, Rand. Steady down, now... ' Tshegh's voice echoed in his mind, chasing out the phantasms of panic. Rand's vision steadied, and once more he could perceive what was happening around him.As Tshegh talked, his voice was picked up by microphones in the room, and. They even think that you can really spit fire and that you eat any prisoners you interrogate. If they talk, you kill them quickly, but if they don’t, you keep them alive and hanging on for days taking small bites until they finally tell you or die.”“Hmmmmm,” Don mused, and then got his com unit.“Hey, Fred, I have an idea and wonder if it’s feasible,” Don said, evidently talking to Fred from his work.“Would it be possible to mount a holographic projector on the tender sled? And if so, could you.