"I'm sure you need to!" she grinned back.Rhykov was pleased with himself. The woman seemed much more relaxed around him.It was late, perhaps after mid...ight, but time had little relevance out here. 'Daytime' was short and dull, the sun being low on the horizon. It barely penetrated through the perpetually grey skies in any case. The wind was a constant moan outside and the men of OSNAZ only moved about if it was strictly necessary.The pickets had been drawn in for their own safety. It was. The Guardian Angel was a different creature and it should perform in much more direct, dramatic ways. It was a good idea for the Guardian Angel to be dramatic, because that made future openly dramatic actions more acceptable. Everyone would know that was the Guardian Angel's modus operandi. So the plan wasn't for me to search for evidence of the FBI's involvement. The plan was to 'encourage' the Air Force to announce who was responsible for their UAV being where it was. It was how we supplied. The same ruse was used on the second occupied farmstead, with exactly the same result. Nothing was wrong, except the telephone lines were down. Of the five possible hideouts, four had been eliminated. The investigators stopped to consider the possibilities; either the men were in the house owned by the widow, with or without either the widow or the girl or both, or the men had managed to travel further than the analysis considered feasible. If that were the case, the likelihood was that the men. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I look down and see your unforgettable eyes gazing back, your eyes were different an hour ago, an hour ago they were filled with strength, determination and venom, you were more lively then and so was i. You had awoken my inner darkness, you had entered my sacred cave, flashed a torch and shocked at what you.