Charlie, your turn!"Charlie didn't need a second invitation. Smiling broadly, he stood up,winked at the rest of us and said, "Well, it was fun while i... lasted.See you guys after my de-Cordeliazation." Lucky bastard!" I said jokingly. Actually I felt like cheering for himas he walked gracefully through the door and waved us a theatricalgoodbye. That was going to be the last we would see of "Cordelia Chase"that night."I'll go after him," Jake declared."Says who?" I challenged him. "You've caused. He was a normal looking boy. He was about sixteen years of age, a little older than John. He had long black hair that was pulled back in a lose ponytail, brown eyes, wore a black leather jacket and a pair of tattered blue jeans. He had a long scar that ran down the left side of his face. ‘You see before you the fate of mankind,’ the boy said in a thick Cajun accent as he walked closer to John. ‘Nothing can stop it from happening. It’s their fate. Man has lived to long in the ignorance of their. One of the security men had moved to Barb and injected her with two shots of Narcan. Her eyes shot opened and she gasped. He said we need to get her to the hospital, they rushed her out of the house and into one of the cars and off to the hospital. One of the vans was backed to the front door and a ramp lowered, Malcom was lead into the center of the back of the van and he was forced to raise his hands lifted above his head and strapped to the slats in the van walls. He was forced to spread his. I checked and the waybill numbers matched as well. All the servers that arrived as replacements for the smoked gear were all sourced locally. We got a palette in from Atlanta at three forty-five with the expected Delta Dash tape and tracking. Before we even cracked the crate, we got another locally sourced pallet of the junk gear at exactly four,” I told him. “Someone is trying to line their pockets somewhere between the vendor and your company.”I saw the anger in his eyes while his voice.