I am telling the b*****rs what they are saying. As bad luck would have it, they start talking to me and ignore the Kinjo’s. This pisses Tattoo Chick...off and she starts giving me hell. She gets up and walks over to the bar and brings some random guy over to our table. He sits down and Tattoo chick sits down beside him and starts hugging on him. It was revenge for me talking to the girls I was trying to sit the Kinjo’s up with. His name is ‘Tim’. I leaned over to Surfer Girl and put my arm around. "Did you see it?" the voice asked,it was Lunette's.Our group paused, Captain Donaldson frowned and pushed hiscommunication cell. "See what?" A creature, it was standing just outside the perimeter-you set!" camethe reply."Was it a Yellow Gorth or a Banth?" Eric shouted into the air as hetouched the pad."I'm not sure, let me get a closer look." There was a long pause, thenher voice broke again on our cell?s. "It's still standing by the treeline."I quickly brought my optiscope to my eyes and. That meant that we would spend the summer in Virginia near Washington, and the kids were thrilled because that would surely mean that they could visit all of the memorials and special attractions that abounded in Washington.We were told the name of the company that we would be associated with, and the kids had never heard of it. Liz and I noted that it was one we had first heard of during the Kuwait affair some years earlier. They had a good reputation among the news media, but there was. She wore her hair in a long dark, almost black, braid down her back. Her sharp dark brown eyes showed intelligence and at times a laugh. Built like an Aztec princess she rode through the political waters like a force of nature.One of her campaign promises had been to investigate cold cases and bring the guilty parties to long overdue justice. To accomplish this she had recruited and hired two investigators who worked independently of each other. Mike Harmon with the most experience was senior.