Now she knew those packages, (or ‘pellets’, as they were called in the world of drug traffickers) were not going to stay down much longer. Sweat p...ured down the passenger’s face as she tried to keep them down. Por favor…por favor…o Dios mio…por favor…que llegue al aeropuerto sin… It was not to be. Maria Elena surged forward, covering her mouth as it filled with vomit and three round grape-sized objects. She flailed about with her free hand while the man in the seat next to her frantically. It shows the real you!" Pete was being sarcastic.Thomas laughed.Charles was eyeing a furry costume hanging by the wall, beneath a head mask that resembled that of a reindeer's."Hey guys what kind of costume is this supposed to be??" Charles was curious."Oh. I think that is meant to be Cernunos!!" answered Thomas."Cer ... who??" Charles asked.Charles was confused. He liked the costume as there was something about it that touched him. There was something magical about it. Mysterious. Powerful. “Couple more drinks, darlin’. Thank you.”Maggie lit up a cigarette and I cozied up to her in the leather booth.“You know how to show a girl a fine time, Lieutenant. That’s the best steak I’ve ever had.”She looked ravishing in her little black dress. I took her Parliament from her and took a nice long drag, blowing the smoke off to the side.“I’m just trying to spread your legs, ma’am.”“They are already spread, touch me.”I handed the cigarette back to her and slid my hand up her dress.. I gave the woman my once over out of reflex. Young, well-dressed but not flaunting money, professional, but dressed casually, attentive, poised. It pointed to a high-level bureaucrat, here to see me. It came as an almost physical jolt. This, yet unnamed, woman was here to see me. She was keeping company with Elspeth and Evaine, which likely meant something to do with the Amish.I was out of time. Turning to Elspeth, I nodded. She said, "Senator Robertson, may I present Dr. Siobhan Richards. Jo,.