Well, this sucks.” While I was wondering what to do next, the CB came to life.“Truck group on I-10, can you hear us?” It was a woman’s voice.�...�Should I answer,” Abby asked. At my nod, she keyed her hand mike. “We hear you. State your intentions, please.”I looked around as Abby spoke. There were three bad points about driving heavy trucks – they couldn’t turn around in a two-lane road (though the freeway was three lanes across each way here), they were really hard to see around, and they could be. Turning his attention back to the new arrivals, Alan made several different cutting motions as four of the new mages fell bleeding from gashes on their throats and necks.Several of those left started to push harder growling out their hatred of Alan. Increasing his power even more Alan was almost as high as he’d been before pushing back hard as another two screamed. Their own attacks caught and consumed them as they died beside the others. Ok Alan thought, it appears that they really were. In the other, a ticket. The light from somewhere glints off her nametag. Two years of service it shouts at me. Two years of service. Two years of service. One less than the amount of time I’ve been with Mr. Isaac. It makes me wonder what the last three years of my life would have been like had I not become acquainted with him. Perhaps I would be the one pouring coffee in a small diner. Wearing a gold nametag with the words “Three Years of Service” inscribed on it. Smiling brightly and asking a. “Such a predicament.”A women’s voice, and touch, presumably, tracing a line from her wrist along the inside of her arm, to her pit.“Yours, of course. And mine. I could play the good Samaritan. Or simply ignore, but…”She felt her presence as she climbed on top of the table, carefully straddling her. Olivia felt the stranger’s weight settle on her chest, pressing her back into the padded surface, felt her thighs pressing against her out stretched arms. The tube in her mouth shifted slightly as if.