“Nice shooting girl, but what’s all the moaning about,you in pain white girl?” Maria turned around. The deepand calm voice belonged ...o a tall black Amazon in a pairof red shorts and a yellow T-shirt with the words “BlackPower” over her small, pointy breasts.“You a mute or what?” She looked down on her with abemused smile on her face. “I bet you don’t have a license for that, and I bet it’snot even yours. You steal. Peter, dressed in a long, heavy coat and an old fashioned winter hat with a muffler, met us in the front hall."Mr. Gally," he said, "would you drive Mr. Beall's wagon so I can talk with him on our way north?"I couldn't figure any way to get out of that and into the carriage so I nodded, and we headed out High Street, stopping once along the way, with me following along behind his glistening black rig. In the sun, it wasn't too cold, but the horses were blowing steam as we took the hills and. " It our duty to find them and bring them to justice." I said. "You would find this difficult, if not impossible to do yourselves." Why are you wearing those masks?" Bob asked."What you see us wearing is armor. It protects us, and our faces and hands are just as vulnerable as the rest of us, so they too are covered." I answered."We do not go around reading everyone's thoughts and digging out their secrets. We use our gifts to share our thoughts with those like us, and for protection." Ginny. .. the same kind you hear in an apartment when somebody upstairs starts to move around a little too actively. But this was a one-story building and the only upstairs was a roof that there was no outside access to. He just chalked it up to being tired and windy weather outside as he tried to focus again on his work.The sound caught his ear again, only this time it wasn't overhead — instead coming from a back room. There shouldn't be anyone but him in the building, so curiosity got the better of.