. "So you know who I am. So what?"The figure laughed, and the electronics made it sound sinister and evil. "You don't care that I know you're one o... the most wanted terrorists in the world?"Achmed sneered at his captor. "If you torture me, Allah will help me. If you kill me, Allah will grant me a place in paradise." He shook his head. "You can do nothing to me." His voice carried the conviction of his fanatical devotion to his religion.The figure laughed again. "You might ask yourself. I thought he was the biggest rat of all, the king of all the rats down here.”Rachel shook with laughter “Nasty big wotten Chester. Has he been fwightening poor little Jenny wenny?” “All right Pixie.” Jennifer laughed ruefully “I’ve got the message!”“You’ve been reading too many novels dear! This isn’t Changi!” Rachel led Jennifer through the cellars. Jennifer was coming to enjoy the intimacy of being attached to Rachel by the wrist. It felt, as Rachel had said, like the ultimate expression of. He tired of swinging the eight-foot board and grabbed the big prybar.Damn, he is beating the shit out of both trucks. I guess it is good they shot at me on the far side of the pickups from the house. There is no way the video the girls are shooting from upstairs will see that the guys didn’t miss me.It was almost hilarious watching the guy beating the hell out of the pickups with the prybar. Anytime one of the others tried to stop him, he cold-cocked them with it. The drunk idiot was so mad. Janet and I took a seat while Celka walked about the room, looking at the various workspaces. This was designed as a proper smithy and did show signs of use, but it still felt off to me. Vincent puttered around his shelves until he found the document he was looking for and brought it back to the table.“As you can see, we were tasked with providing fabricated items of various uses and quantities to Cartha. We have even grown to provide some of our services to Trontar, though in limited.