His injuries also included sever rectal tearing andinternal hemorrhaging from an instrument driven up through his scrotuminto his abdomen.Preliminary ...esults from what are left of the victim's fingers ID thisguy as one of our own."A shell shocked Steve enquired, "Another of our agents?" No, not this time. The guy was Jess Falk, an agent for Immigration andCustoms Enforcement (ICE). A quick check of his active case filesrevealed that one of Vladimir's henchmen, a Dmitry Putin was his. "Come in" and close the door behind me. I'm a little surprised at her open nature. We hadn't had much contact since our first event. "Go into the living room and I'll be right behind you“. Completely irritated I see there on the couch an unknown woman sitting, in a nightgown. She rises and approaches me with quick steps. "Good evening you must be Andrew, my name is Ulrike and I am a friend of Annette. You are Manuela's friend, Annette told me - nice to meet you." She gives me her hand, her. I smiled at her and said, “I’m drained, in more ways than one, and about ready to pass out. Let me walk you home.” I looked at the clock, “Wow, when did it get past midnight? You can pass out here in the guest bed here if you want to.”She laughed, “I can make it home just fine, it’s just around the corner. But you know I’m happy to stay and play? Do you remember the first time I watched you take pictures? I’m glad I got to be the subject this time and not the assistant. You’re still. I've come over seven hundred miles to a grocery store with a creaking fan, he thought. God Almighty, what a fool I am! "Help ya?" There was a young black man behind the counter. He wore dark glasses with white music notes on the frames, and his hair was cropped short and dyed with blue lightning bolts. He had a razor blade hanging from his left earlobe. "No. Just looking," Dave Neilson said, in his flat Oklahoman accent. The dude behind the counter went back to reading his copy of Interview.