“Dinna worry mi dear” said a Scottish accented voice in the rear compartment. The rear window rolled down and the third occupant was revealed, an...ther fat older man who was dressed in plain white shirt and dark green tie. He had short brown hair and hairless puffy face which make him look like 90's version of John Goodman so much.“We’re goin ti Nottingham and this car ha' plenty o' room for ye. Right friends?” he said and and asked his companions.“Sure Craig, it's not gentlemanly to leave. " Teresa smiled again. "I'll bet he's pretty fond of your bottom. I wish mine was nice and curvy like yours." That's funny," Marry giggled. "I've always envied your slender shape." Maybe both of us are pretty nice looking."Mary grew serious again. "Teresa, we've got to try to get out of here today." I'm going to work on this lock pretty soon" her friend admitted. "Don't worry. We can get out if we really try." You'd think his boss would know about this." Maybe the boss is away," Teresa. .I don't know..." she whispers as she stumbles toward the door.The sight of her walking away from him is what pushes him over the edge. He reaches her just as her hand hits the doorknob."No! I am not watching you walk out that door again," he growls. He grabs her arm and spins her toward him. "I can't watch you leave."His mouth crashes against hers almost brutally as his body presses her back into the door. He takes advantage of her surprised gasp and slips his tongue into her mouth. His hands. . the lot of them.”“Is she ... did they take her prisoner?” Vondi asked.“Who? Audette?” Radu shook his head. “No. Evidently, she’s the only one who has succeeded in this chaos-forsaken mess. She made them believe her. She explained the rogue Reds, the Arlade Tinsto imposter ... everything.”Radu couldn’t help a slight smile of pride. “They believed her, and she is their guest as they make their way to the capital. Evidently the imposter caused some trouble for the Third Royal Platoon even before.