A man approached Za'nak. He is was in his 20s. His face was young but his black beard gave his demeanor an aura of experience. He wore pristine white ...rmour with a golden Cape that gave off heavenly scent and in his right hand he held a weapon of hell. A flame sword that he held with grace. In his left hand he held a golden shield. Za'nak looked back at the approaching man."General Avar. Are you're armies ready?"General Avar walked passed him and looks down upon the ensuing battle."Za'nak. You. For the first time in a while, Luke grinned. ‘Yeah. I tell him that the only reason he specialised in that field was so he could figure out why he wasn’t a hit with the girls.’ ‘Well, it couldn’t have been easy being your best friend.’ ‘Probably not,’ he conceded, sobering quickly. ‘Poor sod. God only knows why he stuck around but he did. Actually, he probably became a psychologist because he spent half his life counselling all the women I never called again.’ He gave a mirthless laugh. ‘I. Domestic chores were a bore and she couldn't see herself as anyone's housewife.John, though, had a distinct advantage over all the men that interested her, he wasn't Russian.Meanwhile, far away in a remote French valley in the Pyrenees an old friend of John's was contemplating his future. 'Oz' Callaghan, an Australian from the, then, mainly rural State of Queensland, had fallen in with a bunch of Anarchists. He had all the qualities normally associated with people from that part of the globe.. My wife is not a patient woman...and earlier tonight, she'd met me at the door when I got home from the gym with a stiff drink. "Here...pound this down, and hit the shower. There will be another one waiting for you when you get out!" "Thanks...I think?" I said, questioning. "We're going out. We're going to be bad. You're going to get a few drinks in you before we leave. I'll be driving!" OK!" I said, shrugging my shoulders. I slammed the 7&7, and it was a strong one. I took a quick shower, and.