There were none seen in any of the sweeps I did with the cameras outside the walls. The streets were crowded with fighters and protesters.There was no...need to keep looking. I could not do anything about the events; now it was in Andy’s hands and I was not going to second guess his decisions.I played General and now I had to wait to see how many of my men died versus the bad guys, a wait that I was not enjoying.I stopped by the Oval Office on my way out to give the President an update on. Way too much fucking money to keep in my room considering the neighborhood! I tried very hard not to look at them. "Are you sure you don't want to go?" You're our pimp," Honey said with a shrug. Staring at her didn't help! I could always mind-zap her..."Is your name really Honey?" I asked."Abby, " she said. "Abigail"I was looking right at her. She purposefully kept her lips tightly together."Don't do that, Abby," I said."It's true! It's true!" She actually bounced as she clapped. "You can read. Blaine would not attend this mission since she will be a serious liability. I wish Mr. Blaine would have consulted me first.I complain, “Ms. Blaine, you are not suitable for this mission.”Ms. Blaine responds, “Like hell I’m not! We’ve already dealt with the two issues. The first being my eye color, I will be Mr. Blaine’s Russian wife and the second being my American accent when I speak Russian because Ben is going to help me lose the accent. You both need to know that where Ben goes, I go.”I. “Ok, if you would like some refreshment please help yourself,” She said as she pointed down the long hallway. Rather than sit in the office I snuck out back to grab a smoke, I was trying to quit but had been unsuccessful. I lit my cigarette and took a long relieving drag. “Those are bad for you,” A voice said behind me, startling me enough to fling my smoke into the grass as if I had been caught by my parents. I turned to see Dr. Mark standing behind me grinning. “Oh Hello,” I said. I stared.