“Jaesa, task the Sentries to factor in thermal vision during their sweeps. Don’t want anyone getting the drop on us.”“Already done. You know, ... think we should see about capturing Sargol if possible,” the AI suggested.“She’s got a point. Not only would he be a wealth of information on who he’s working for, but tech like that is rare! Going fully invisible from sight like that isn’t something you just cobble together! Not for a single person!” Taal’ani told them.“Agreed. I’d heard of some. Beyond was an area, well-lit, with booths closed by dark blue velvet curtains and lined opposite with floor length mirrors. Behind us Carol was issuing whispered instructions to whoever Maggie was before she followed us in. She offered me a chair, which I took and positioned Yvonne in the middle of the room facing the mirrors. Without asking she undid the other buttons on her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Yvonne glanced at me with a pleading expression, but I simply smiled back. I. "No..." Her disobedient tone makes him angry. He reaches out to his leather belt and takes it off. He tests the belt on the wall, making it slap hard. She knew well a hit from this belt would hurt a lot..."I won't repeat myself..." He stands with belt in hand, and she quickly tries to escape. He grabs her again and turns her around against her will. She struggles, but is unable to escape his hard grip on her, his strong arms, his large body, she's too small, too skinny, too weak to. What could Jason and I do? We couldn't even take the fight to bad guy.Bad guy? What was his name? I asked once, and Jason told me. Gary... something. Yeah, of Moby Dick fame. Gary Melville.Fight? How? What kind of fight? Certainly not fisticuffs. Think. Break down the problem. Consider the options.Problem: Gary Melville, a ruthless, wealthy man, has restrained his ex-wife, Sara, from interacting with their five-year-old daughter, Donna. Sara can't handle being cutoff completely from her.