With the management, it was always best to play convinced. The line cut, and with it, went the bottle of wine, the night of passion intended, and The...Agenda. Again, forgotten. The meeting went as planned, the deal cut magnificently over dinner—even before coffee was served. In contradiction from what Travis himself had expected, his mind was not occupied with the afternoon’s plague. By the time Mr. Jenkins (his face of ‘the management’) and Mr. Delcrout (some Frenchman with obviously too much. Several uniformed men stood before her on the dusty patio, their eyes hidden beneath dark tinted sunglasses. A large helicopter was planted a few yards off, and Dante briefly wondered how they landed without her hearing. And just as quickly as the thought came, it vanished as one of the men took a step forward. Dante felt her heart beat quicken at a rapid pace as she quickly tried to shut the door. But a large booted foot swung forward and lodged between the door and the wall, halting her. Especially not if these are Faedal’s men. “I’m looking for the ‘Dancing Dryad.’ It should be around here somewhere.”The men laughed. “You’re way off course, lad. The ‘Dryad’ is at least three days thataway,” the sergeant said, pointing. “And with your leg? You’d be lucky to make it that far.”“If you want, we can put you out of yer misery,” one of the others said, hefting his hatchet.The sergeant whirled around and slapped his companion across the face. “I don’t want such talk, Reece. Mayhap you. Me- to aab bata kya tum dono akele jaa rhe hoo. Mazak karte hue.Tanu- bhaiyaa chodo dard hoo rha hai.Me- pehle bata.Tanu- sry bhaiyaa main to bas thoda mazak kar rhi thi, hum dono kuch akeli nhi jaa rhi hai bas yuhi bol diya apko chidane ke liye, aab mera haath chodo dard hoo rha hai.Me- esa hee dard mujhe bhi hua tha pata bhi hai tumhe kesa dard hua tha. Aur mene uska haath chod diya.Tanu- sry par mazaa bohot aaya hoga, aur has padi.Me- baaki shi khel gayi tu.Tanu- aacha abhi wo sab chodo aur.