Seemed the British government in some form of reformist zeal had decided to let slip one of the more fundamental objects of power in its possession in...that it was going to return the Stone of Scone back to Edinburgh as a sop to the Scottish Nationalists.As ever there is a lot of mythos over the stone. Some of it deliberately put about by Mages and Theurgists to hide what the stone essentially is and what it does. Naturally the idiot politicians in the UK hadn’t a clue and simply handed it back. The passenger said, "Get in quietly and no one will get hurt."Cassie froze in terror, eyes wide and white.The man grinned down at her in the most maniacal way she'd ever seen, showing all his teeth in a horrible sneer. "I might even get around to committing another crime while you're here, darling."Another man reached out and roughly pulled Cassie into the van and as they were shoved inside, the fourth man put a hood over each head. There were no seats in the back of the van and Cassie stumbled. He was aware of a lurching twisting sensation, then of falling. Then the world grew dark. The man whipped the rod back and forth in majestic arcs, once released the dry fly slipped through the air and settled on the steel gray waters of the mountain stream. He watched the yellows and reds of the fly as it drifted across silvered-cobalt ripples, and then he looked up again at the python lying at the water’s edge across the river. The snake regarded him coolly, as if the presence of a man should. Christine looked fantastic. It seemed that she hadn't heard his suggestion that they dress normally. Not surprisingly, she'd decided to wear the "super sexy" outfit that her aunt Kirsten had given her that afternoon.Her dark red outfit was skin-tight and low-cut, yet at the same time it offered almost no support for her breasts, causing them to jiggle at her slightest movement. There was also an opening that exposed her firm stomach, and the dress also exposed almost all of her back. On top of.