. Either he rethought his overpayment, or he was hitting on her, or, worse yet, he was expecting a 'favor' in exchange for the overpayment. She leaned...toward him, still smiling, but it was less genuine now.He lifted his hand, letting her collect the cash, and spoke quietly so that only she could hear above the noise of the bar. "Do you and your husband enjoy 'getaway' vacations together every now and again?"Crap ... worse than being hit on, it was a sales pitch. "Sure." I represent a resort in. " My mind was racing. "For now we go along." Cool, she said as if it were a video game or something.Do what they say and keep your mouth shut." I warned her.I always do what they say." She smiled wickedly. She just didn't get how much danger she was in. Unfortunately I knew. If I made a scene, they might feel they needed to kill my skinny ass, and leave no witnesses. That was what Anya really was warning me about the whole time. She knew this wasn't just some Russian business men out to get. But the speed was necessary for what he had in mind. As the car entered the bustling hangar, he took note of the organied chaos occurring around him. To the unobservant, it would seem to be a nightmare in motion. On one side, several crew members slid wafer-thin panels of clear material into a box while others danced around them with coils as thick as elephant trunks. On the other, an odd-looking machine caused the air to crackle in short bursts, only for the technician manning it to shake his. We moved bodily to the editing facilities on the ground and resumed our work with a minimal break. I wasn’t forcing anybody to work like this—it was an example of how dedicated they were to DADP and the BGFG program.We worked well into the evening until I realized that we had started making mistakes because we were all too tired to continue without some sleep. I sent everybody home and collapsed myself. I didn’t wake up until mid-morning and was embarrassed to find that everybody else was.