If they don’t like it then they can get the fuck out of my organization. No one is above this order from me! I will be sending my own wife and child...en so I don’t want to fuckin’ hear from any body how they don’t want to be separated!’ As everyone filed out of the office to do Jason’s bidding, he paused Jared, by touching his arm, waiting until everyone was gone before he began to speak. ‘What happened?’ He asked. ‘As your brother, I’m asking you to tell me what happened between you and. I felt bad for the guy."They each have a gun. Looks like silencers," Arti said. I didn't think this was the right time to point out that there's no such thing as a silencer. Noise suppressor, or just suppressor was the right term.When they got within my target range, I focused on one of them. POP. My gun went off through the open window. One of them was down, and I was shifting my target to number two. The FBI man heard my target fall heavily to the ground, and stood up. The number two target. 'Hi Gibbsy,' his message read, 'Can you believe this social networking thing? I found an old pic you took back in the 70's and I thought I'd see if you are still alive and kicking. Looks like you are certainly making your way in the world. I'm up near Byron Bay with my partner and her k**s and tomorrow I'm over to Lennox Heads to see mum....' That was when my memory trigger snapped into life. It wasn't Smithy himself that did it, not overtly anyway, it was the word 'mum'. '.... I'm sure. ’ I stepped slowly back from the clock making sure I was in full view and started to unbutton my blouse. I kept my eyes on the cock but it was holding up fine. I smiled seductively at the clock face and continued down the buttons and slid out of my blouse. What next, the bra or the skirt? I played with my nipples through the bra, teased the top down and slid my hands behind my back as though the clasp was coming off next but then slipped my hands down to the zip on the skirt and turned around.