The guardsmen and women hastened to their assignments, with most of the rest left downstairs not given any other specific orders took this time to loa... and prepare for firing all of the remaining collection of assorted battered and mostly obsolete pistols. Another trio of vigiles went to assist Koch in covering the back door, which seemed to possess a sturdier frame and had an iron bar to block it as well. Upstairs, I could already hear the sounds of regular gunfire, as the best vigiles. "I can put a call through for one of them to come down if you like?" Please do," said Jo as politely as possible.As it happened, Sergeant Seaman came down to the front desk.That is him, thought Jo. I would recognise him even after two years, I hope he recognises us though."Yes, what is it now? You know I am busy," he said to the desk officer when he arrived."These two ladies would like to speak to you," he was told by the desk officer."I don't know if you remember us," said Jo. "But we would. One second later, they were emptying an entire box of tissues, for the joyful tears. But if you ask Michael, he still can't tell you who cried first!But that was history..."Let's try not to stress him out already, okay?"Morgan handled the situation with her commitment, as always: "Send your drafts to Michael's or my e-mail address, then we can help you out. It's way better, don't you think?"He gave her one of his "thank you" looks and got back to his work. ---------------- "Hey boss, can we. ‘Baby, you had better use the shower and start getting ready, as soon as I’ve finished here I’ll jump in and we can get going. The traffic up the A3 will be heavy so we need to leave fairly quickly.’ ‘OK.’ And turning around she padded out of the small spare room filled with the equipment, the place where her curvy legs met her bottom just about hidden by the end of his white shirt, decidedly enticing and provocative. Misha pulled at the weights, enjoying the feel as his muscles started to.