" My response sounded both glum and a little petulant. I was supposed to be some special hybrid minion of Hell, and here I was being subjected to ne...r constant physical abuse in the guise of training. Painfully getting to my feet (Hooves, actually; have you ever considered practicing swordplay and hand to hand battle techniques in high heels? Take my well tutored and experienced advice, don't.) I grimaced at my teacher. "Go ahead and hurt me again, you grinning torment specialist." All. I was breathing easier as the path was wider and the door was only a few feet away. Mrs. P stopped in her tracks causing me to bump into her. It was pitch black and I had not anticipated the stop. ‘Cotton? That is your name isn’t it?’ she whispered as she turned towards me. Her hairline seemed to be about even with my chin. I could just make out the whites of her eyes. I realized she could not see my nod, ‘yes, it’s my nickname.’ ‘Cotton, would you do something for me?’ I bent down so the. Did that actually happen?He shook his head. No, that wasn't the important question. After all, it could have been an hallucination caused by whatever he had drunk the night before. The important question was could that actually happen again?Matt closed his eyes again, focusing on the fly, and suddenly he was flying around the room again, in the random pattern-less flight most insects seemed to use. It had happened, after all. He supposed just the proof it happened was really good enough, but he. " Yet, here we are, and here you are, Lao. You deceived your associates, whom you told us were hostages, and whom you planned to kill. You tried to deceive us, and ended up being deceived yourself. You should have paid more attention to Sun-Tzu."Pru turned to Xing. "Sergeant Major, can you read this man his rights?"Xing turned to an officer nearby. "Captain?"The captain stepped forward, recorded Lao's CID and recited the traditional list of prisoners' rights."Thank you captain," Pru said and.