Something wet and slimy hit the man in the face. Something else hit another guardsman. It drew a cry of pain from the man and in response the men turn...d and attacked. They went for everyone including my people.Only one headed towards us. As he ran the dozen or so feet that separated us, he drew up his sword as to strike one of us. I immediately stepped in the way. Again I didn't draw a weapon. Instead I grabbed the man's wrist as he started to swing downward. I stopped his strike and in turn. She also saw him take half a step back to improve his line of sight as she squared her shoulders.“I'll have a glass of Riesling,” she said coolly as he placed a small napkin on the table in front of her. She watched his reflection as he moved toward the bar with the drink order. He turned and stared back in her direction as the bartender went to work. The mirrored walls gave him a perfect view of her reflection from the bar area, but screened her from all the other tables. “Show time!”, she. I’m going to Russia and will attend the same state dinner that you are. The President has asked me to convey several things to you, Ms. Anderson, and Ms. Quick. ‘The Russians are hosting the Winter Olympics next February. They’ve built a new stadium for the event. It will seat about 40,000 people. They’ve planned to have a grand opening for it during the trade conference that we’ll be attending. There’s one problem. ‘This is information not for public consumption. They don’t seem to be able to. Kelly looked up at him, equally confused; he had seen a grown man, or nearly grown man, naked before but never quite so close-up. Blushing, Pete disappeared behind the door. "Sorry, Kelly! I'm sorry."Richard, realizing what had happened, growled at Pete, "Dammit, Pete, we talked about this last night! No more running around naked! We've got a little girl living here now and she doesn't want to see your naked butt!"Kelly giggled in spite of his distress. "I didn't see his *butt*." He wiped his.