The invader's MO was simple enough, he would enter into a home to steal money and force women to undress in front of him. "How is this guy getting pas... security?" Tom said to himself. Tom knew that the invader would tie the woman up and then he would take about a dozen pictures or so. Tom was sure that if given the chance he would find this bastard and nail him to the wall.The knock on his door distracted Tom from his gloomy thoughts. "Are you busy Tom?" Janet Rogers said from the doorway. Tom. I have no idea what either of them showed, only that I got those names via the connection to my new implant.“Can I keep my hands unbound? I can get out of them anytime I want anyway. I already said I would come along willingly after I got my niece to my house. I have no weapons other than myself,” I told them.We went quickly to my favorite private, unmarked airfield and boarded the waiting military plane. The plain had special forces troops from the Army, Navy, and Air Force.These soldiers are. The girls were dressed like the street hookers Tim had seen on Skellington Road, but they looked nothing like the wrinkly monsters and worn out chav moppets he and the other guys used to take the piss out of. They looked like girls Tim would actually think about paying to fuck, if he had the money.The girls' outfits, what little they were wearing, were clear advertisements they'd quite happily accept that money. They wore high black stilettos and black fishnet stockings that went up to the top. "I don't know what I would do without you." Well, for one thing, you would probably have sold your radar to some other company for more money," Frank laughed. "But seriously, Jeff, and the rest of you," he said, looking around, "we don't want our wedding to be a burden on you. We're worried enough about you guys pretending to be staff. What if..." My daughter has a run-in with one of the guests," Jeff injected, grinning. "I can't very well bring out the Healer to heal their broken bones."Arlene.