But hey, I thought as I took off the black power suit, he hasn't come into my life, for Christ's sake, he just bought me a drink and meal and had snea...y look at my tits. As I was rolling the suit up to put into a plastic bag for collection by the dry cleaning service, I remembered we had exchanged phone numbers as we had pecked each other on the cheeks at Greenwich DLR station. I rummaged through the pockets finding it, feeling relieved that I hadn't sent the suit with the number in it. I. ’ ‘It would appear so, Gunny.’ ‘Shall we, Jenks?’ ‘You lead off?’ ‘Sure.’ The Gunny crept back the way they had come. At the far corner of the building he stopped. Slowly he pushed his rifle around the corner until the scope was pointing in the direction he felt the sniper was. Slowly, ever so slowly, he crept forward until he could look through his scope. Jenkins rose, removed his cover and slow stepped it past the corner of the building to another building across the street, thus drawing the. The bartender, who was staring at her the whole time, mixed her another without being asked and took it over. She smiled and thanked him.Once more he stood over her enjoying the view before he returned to his place behind the bar.Men had started going out of their way to walk past her table now, very slowly. At first they tried to be discreet. But by the time the cook came out from the back and served her hamburger no one was being discreet anymore.Kat nibbled at her burger. But she was. I’m sure the mess at the compound brought up a lot of questions they had to sort out first, and Barrett probably threw them for a loop.Eventually they did get around to talking to me. They seemed pretty hell bent on finding something to charge me with. First it was questions about my working with Barrett or the Russians. They had this elaborate theory that I was hired muscle for them. It didn’t really stand up to any reasoning, but they went at me pretty hard with that theory.After I didn’t.