By now, the Vega's backup team would have found the body and discovered that the camp had been ransacked. If they had any sense at all, they would kno... that Vega's weapons and gear, including the radio, had been taken. She hadn't really expected to pick up any transmissions, but she had to try.They also worked to sort through the jumble of gear they had tossed into the rear of the Mule. There had not been time to pack neatly so they had tossed in anything that was not tied down. Things could. After closing the book, he sat thinking for a time. "Shit," he muttered. "I don't have a source of carbon arrows, but there has got to be a way to make wood arrows that won't disintegrate when I shoot them out of my bow. I am not giving up. Surely there's a way." After pausing for a second, he continued with his lament, "Shit. I suppose the same thing applies to my crossbow bolts. Shit. Shit. Shit."He had already found a booklet and a set of Allen wrenches in his rolling case that must have. Such women often avoided him until he forced them to acknowledge his presence."Can I get you something, Sir?" Yes, a glass of your finest spirits," Vilmar replied and held out a coin.The barmaid reached for the payment and Vilmar placed it in her hand, activating his spell. "I'm sure you're anxious to have this day done and return home," he said conversationally."Mmm hmm," she replied.At first, Vilmar thought his plan stopped right there. Her mind turned not to the location of her home, but. I just bought your house. Admittedly for a lot less than it's worth. That's why I bought it."You guys are in a hell of a fix. I feel sorry for you. But it's your problem, not mine. If I just let you live in that house it will cost me thousands. I'll be responsible for taxes, upkeep and utilities for a house I can't do anything with. Not to mention the interest on the mortgage."I paid cash for the house. But they don't need to know that.They were both staring down at their drinks, unable to look.