" Ok, let me think about this...." Ok, Ben, just wait here and think. Rest a bit. I have some calls to make in back." The wizard left and went thro...gh the door in back.As Ben stewed about what had happened, he noticed a beautiful, small figurine made of fine crystal. He thought, if that wizard's going to screw me over to get what I want, I'll just make sure I get some of his things in return.Ben called out, "Uhh, sir, I'll be back in a little while, and we'll talk."As he went home, he. He knew the Senator’s office was located in the Dirksen Office Building. He was telling the receptionist whose name plate said she was Monica Trimer that he wanted a gallery pass. As he was waiting for his pass an exceptionally good looking blond in her mid-thirties years walked in and up to the desk to pick up some phone messages. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties and was dressed in a smart dark suit. She gave a quick “Good Morning” and walked into an office. Kevin’s quick impression of her. It had gone quite well, pretty much as laid out in the press release materials that had been handed out beforehand. The Bishop expansively explained that the "unfortunate story" of the closure of the retirement home operated by the Order of the Ardent Sisters of His Holy Service was a simple "rush to judgment" by an "over-zealous budget process." His Grace explained that of all present, he was the most grateful for an opportunity to "correct a grave error" before it had been perpetrated upon. “Same tactic.” Ericha whispered.She opened the door. As the two women entered the room they were surprised to find it was a security room of sorts. Screen after screen showed empty cages. The women counted over 30 cages. Every cage had a screen for itself.“Holy shit.” Ericha whispered.“What do you think this is?” Liza asked.“Slave market?” Lindsay offered.“Doesn’t seem like it. Maybe.” Ericha answered.They came close to the screens. “This can’t be it. Search the screens.”They stood frantically.