"What do you mean boss?" The clothes make the man and tatty old trousers won't cut it. If you are going to be by my side then you will be representing...me. When we are finished here, you will all go and get fitted for suits and shoes"Handing Hassan a bundle of notes Saim continues."Last night's little payback was, hopefully, a one off eye for an eye. They took our shipment but we went a stage further, one of their labs. This could go two ways. One, they could decide the truce is over and bring. Something told me this wasn't the first time he'd heard of my favorite little gadget.I reached in and pulled one out of my pocket. "One of these," I said, holding it up."And where did you get that?" I made it. It's just an eye-bolt and a chunk of rope. Screw the eye-bolt into the camera's tripod socket, drop the rope and step on the end. When you pull up on it it'll give you some stability. Not as much as you'd get with even a monopod but it's better than nothing." And you just happened to have. I was born at Lawrence Memorial Hospital in New London, Connecticut, and named James Francis Murphy on July 22, 1944, but everybody always called me Jimbo. There were quite a few people named James in my family. My hair was black and curly and I had blue eyes with long black lashes. A lot of people in my family were always talking about how I was so good looking, but I'll be honest and tell you I couldn't see it. My older brother Danny, now he was good looking and had girls hanging off of him. She and the man both swore at the same time and in the immediate silence that followed, Toni knew that the man knew a woman was in the bathroom. But what disturbed her more than that knowledge was what had been hiding under the loosely bolted dispensers.Mike about had a heart attack when the toilet paper dispenser fell, and then another when a clearly female voice swore with him. They both sat in silence for some time. He contemplated leaving quickly so the lady could leave without being seen..