”I smiled slightly, “My name is Lan and I was a Quirrin master.”The fat man stopped as he was getting ready to spit again. He swallowed and look...d at me with fear in his eyes, “I am sorry if I offended master.”I waited and then leaned on the counter as I set a single swarm stone on the counter, “The ruins.”He looked at me and then his eyes dropped to the counter and froze, “That is a swarm stone.”I nodded, “I want the ruins and all the property that comes with it.”He looked at me and reached. He smelled the undead.The undead appeared in a graveyard across from a church. It was very stereotypical. The walking corpses had the slow, awkward gait of a Romero inspired zombie movie. Addni hardly understood why these were the source of nightmares for so many people. He could walk through them without effort, with only an occasional need to sever a head when one got too close. He passed through untroubled and left a dozen dead-again corpses for the others to feed on. With zombies it was. "Gail started to say something, and then thought better of it. Instead, she asked Atwood, "I need to make some copies of all the Pleas paperwork, how much do I pay you for my copies?" Good Lord, Gail, if I can't afford for you to make a few personal copies, I better quit and go fishing right now. No, I'm teasing you. You just do what you want, I'm sure the extra hours I get out of you will more than pay for a few copies." Thank you."While Petra was turning on the answering machine, Gail told. ” I was saying, as he interrupted me.“The audio and video bugs that the FBI had planted in MY apartment today?” he finished in a loud voice, and paused for a few seconds. “How could you know that, and why would the FBI do that? I work for them,” he finished a bit confused.“Have you considered that they may not trust you any longer?” I asked. He looked like someone had slapped him on hearing this.“Why ... why wouldn’t they trust me?” he asked in a very quiet voice after a short time.“You failed.