And Nichols..." Yes, Sir?" Do not let me down."Nichols managed a worried, "Yes, Sir," before following the little, mostly-bald man out of Moreau's off...ce.An hour later, Nichols was back in his quarters studying both from his laptop and a stack of hard copy material. His new identity was that of a recently deceased teacher from a small town in Alaska. The town and everything in it was owned by Moreau. The teacher had died, presumably, from hitting the back of his head when he fell on icy steps,. When he was done he had an evil grin on his face as he sat next to her. "What did you just do?" "You will have to wait and see my dear." He stretched out along side her and pulled her into his big strong arms. She forgot about the phone call while in his arms, relaxing in his grasp.Just as she was about to fall back to sleep, she heard a knock on the door. William jumped up to answer the door before Jackie could even register what was happening. He talked to someone at the door and then pulled. God, she thought despairingly. They must all be totally grossed out by how much skin I’m showing. She hadn’t been able to help it. Even as she’d known that she should wear something to hide her disgusting flesh, Brandi had been uncontrollably drawn to her favorite brown boots and the white miniskirt she’d found among her mother’s clothes. Her hair - unusually for Brandi - was in a ponytail. She’d discovered the hard way how hard it was to wash cum out, and so her long mane was tied it back in. "What powers do you have?" Weena asked. She sat next to Rachel."None." What do you do?" I'm a second-year at Sydney and I work at the Art Gallery." An art gallery?" No. The Art Gallery. The Art Gallery of New South Wales. I do independent study with the curator. She's had me work in several different departments. It's wonderful! I get to spend time three days a week among works of art!" Haven't you ever been to the Queensland Gallery on Melbourne Street in Brisbane?" I interjected."Where?" I've.