"Were you running?" No! Well, yeah, maybe," Barley admitted. "I was going to come here anyway. But ... I killed a man – Sally's bondsman. It was a f...ir fight – he had a white knife, but he was a..."He sighed, not really knowing how to explain."A bondsman?" Tabatha asked. "Was he a Slaver?"Barley looked at the blue-eyed brunette more intensely. He nodded tersely, again feeling the adrenaline rush as he remembered the short, fierce fight."There are no slaves here," Tabatha said quietly, but with. “Go ahead, Replicator, start sending out the drones.”“They are on their way. I will report when they have finished the survey or when they spot something interesting. I estimate that the 10-mile-square area will be covered in about 90 minutes.”“Okay, while we are waiting, please make up the flying platform you mentioned as a substitute for the drones. Please make it large enough to hold all four of us and arm it with four of the heavy-duty weapons like those in our dorsal turrets. Be sure to. They lived on a mobile home park, in a VERY nice home. They were in their mid 40’s: Tom was about as tall as me (6-1”) and clearly kept himself in shape. Carol was an inch or so shorter than Fiona, and looked like your best mates glamorous Mum who you had a crush on when you were f******n!! They greeted us warmly, lots of hugs and kisses, and we sat down in their living room which had a sort of ‘curious’ layout... we found out why later.... lol!They were clearly very relaxed and had met loads. ” She finished drying her face and looked up at Dillon, smiling and continued. “I want to think that I will have that effect on others.” “You and I will do our best, Masha,” Dillon promised. “How old are you?” “Fourteen.” “Ok, lets go back to the studio.” Dillon took Masha by the hand and led her back into the studio and had her sit on the bed, facing one of the powerful lights and set her bag down next to her, searching it for her make-up. As he worked, he allowed himself to forget about.