Her slim petite frame was clothed in a dark blue pin-striped business suit, the skirt tailored to knee length displaying well shaped legs and modest h...els beneath. Soft red wavy hair framed her face which gave no hint to her true age. If anything, she would have passed for somebody ten years her junior. I got down from my stool and greeted her – an awkward moment as I felt that I knew her so well that I should kiss her, but my restraint saw me simply proffer a hand which she took into hers.The. " Blondes?" Sofia giggled, feeling giddy and almost drunk. She didn't understand why she was letting Paul guide her out of the hotel bar and into the lobby of the Mid-Town Marriott."Emergencies," Paul chuckled. "I never met a blonde who wasn't an emergency ... Have you?" What?" she blinked at him. "No. I mean..."People were watching them, Sofia knew that. The men in the bar, dozens of executives and lawyers, the table full of women, secretaries probably, they'd all witnessed what had happened.. “I’m not sure what else to do to stop it.”“Throw a grenade in the sewer!” Singer suggested urgently, pressing back against Flans back harder as the tendril from the window waved closer. “They’ve got to be in the sewer and can see us to be able to direct it to trap us.”Flan took a grenade from a pouch, pulled the pin, and threw it. He missed. Both men ducked when the grenade exploded in the street, close to the curb.“Is that the best you can do, Flannigan?” Singer jibed, his thoughts shrill with. I smiled with satisfaction at that little display of bravado and the Mongols futile response. It probably added a few points to the ratings of who ever had dropped these guys in our laps. Then I got serious. As I brought my bow back down, I pulled an arrow from my quiver and nocked it to the bow. A second later as the leader of the main group raised his hand to order his men forward, I drew back and let fly with my arrow.The arrow flew up and across the open ground and right into the man as he.