I ... come in peace?”An older woman with short-cropped, graying hair and sad eyes looked him up and down, especially the blades hanging on his belt....“Why then do you wear the weapons and armor of our tormentors?”Logan looked to Alan for guidance. Alan just nodded.“To do to them what they would try to do to me first. To defend myself as I search for a way to escape out of Hell. My name is Logan and this is Karen. Karen is one of you, a damned soul.”“Like us?” Sad Eyes came closer, staring at. She loved how her legs felt without hair all over them.While her parents decided to go lounge by the pool, Paula headed off into the park on her own in a red T-shirt with the words Coca Cola written in Japanese, cocoa pantyhose, gray shorts and sneakers. She ran her hands up and down Mickey's Birthday land. The place looked like a bunch of multicolored tents with Mickey's house being the first for her to hit.Following a pumpkin garden path inside the Judge's tent, Paula got to meet Mickey Mouse. Once Becky's order was finished she headed out the door. Rather than going straight to her car she scanned the parking lot for the brunette she was sure was Alicia. She was gone. Becky continued on her way to her car and loaded it. Pulling out of her parking spot, she almost collided head on with another car. Becky and the other driver honked their horns and screamed. Then stopped. Both drivers were close enough to see each other.Becky!!!Alicia!!!Both women opened their doors, got out and met. "The room he indicated was filled with ancient networked computers and I swear one of them was running Windows 98 for God's sake. Maryam however simply nodded and asked who their operators were."Couple of vets who ran our comm's on the battlefield," Jimmy replied. "We'll find others as we need them." Good, you will," she replied. "But for the moment you'll need the electoral roll databases as well as some sort of electioneering slogans, flyers and leafleting. You'll also need to set up a series.