“It’s like Rwanda in here! This is borderline genocide!” Hoffman yelled, taking it all in.Mason walked over to take a close look at the dart lod...ed in the pool table. “The guy who called the police was the owner. He said he had gone down to get something in the basement and when the guns stared roaring, he decided to hide. It seems that Jenny Sinclair really did become his apprentice. She’s become just like him, even in the way she kills.” “But he didn’t see her, right? There is no way she. It was better than standing there getting wet at the sight ofMichael and the thoughts of what he might do to her, anyway. This thoughthad triggered another warning light in her mind, one of those phantomworries from her previous self, who would've been horrified at such athing. Instead, she just knew that this was something she would'vepreviously hated, and loved Michael even more for taking that away fromher.Michael raised his eyes to hers in response, sending an electric thrillthrough her. "Do you like what you see," whispered Miranda over your shoulder."Very much," she breathed Krystall, as Miranda rolled your nipple between her fingers."I could tell you were dirty, but I had no idea you were this much of a whore. Your time will come soon enough though" & with that, she moved back to the others.Miranda made a gesture to 2 men & they stood to one side of the stage & they each lifted a huge mechanical fucking machines & brought it onto the stage, where they sat them down between. . therefore... I am?" The fake plant just acted like a fake plant.As he sipped, he looked out the window and saw a small, light and delicate dark gray bird pick at something in the grass. Pooty! he thought, Our date! He glanced around the room to make sure the phone hadn't run off with the spoon. Nope. Present and accounted for, Sir! Good phone.As he punched in her number, he noticed a coincidence. The last four digits were 6807. Fuggit's badge number!Weirder than shit, thought the man who,.