" G3GKPZ," he mumbled. He fumbled some more and fished out his Calling Card. "I get behind on my obligations." He signed it and handed it to me. In a ...otebook he wrote, CQ Card to W8PSY.CQ is a code used by wireless operators, particularly those communicating in Morse code, (dash dot dash dot, C, pause, dash dash dot dash, Q.), but also by voice operators, to make a general call (called a CQ call). Transmitting the letters CQ on a particular radio frequency is an invitation for any operators. His father had, for two years, been setting his son in fights against slaves, even a one-armed gladiator recently. The boy thought he was good. The problem was, he did not realise that the slaves were given a drink before the fight which was laced to slow their reactions, slow them, make them less good. If they’d won, they would have been executed anyway I suppose. But instead Grantus got the idea that he was a brilliant fighter. I’d seen him fight and I was reasonably sure I could beat him.We. He spotted a newspaper at the end of the long bar. He read about Protestants and Catholics feuding in Northern Ireland, an epidemic in Sudan, a beautiful young Israeli woman arrested for depicting Muhammad as a pig. And how beautiful this woman looked in the paper. Dark hair, lightly frizzed and flowing to her chest. He could not deny her beauty, a woman who actually thinks amidst chaos, a woman willing to die for what she believes, and yet this preposterous beauty would never find him, for if. We got some water as Jasmine insisted she'd take care of my wound in one room which left the other room for Tom and Sandra. I wasn't hurt so bad that I thought that was a bad idea. The whiskey might have had something to do with it. Now, here's poor old Horse, gun shot and drunk, in a hotel room with a beautiful woman. Well, what do you think happened? You're probably right. What with the whiskey pain killer and Jasmine gently washing the little wound,which wasn't very deep, I felt fine. But.