I’m not making good decisions.We arrived at the club and found a table. I decided to get Val drunk (I didn’t need to, things were heading toward a...late night fuck anyway), and maybe myself too. We were on the second round when I saw her.She was in a corner, standing with three other people, two guys and one girl. The girl was different from the one the week before. I didn’t recognize the guys. I watched them. One of the guys was buying drinks and kept rubbing against her. I wondered if it was a. It was to be five weeks before the next Muldavian presidential election. Unknown to Kar some of the most patriotic public servants worked around the president. They were the Protectors, the equivalent of Rome’s Praetorian Guard. They were to be willing to take a bullet that was supposed to kill the president. They loved their country more than their own lives. The Protectors had very close ties to Muldavia’s military. They weren’t close to the very top brass, as they were called. Most of those. So it was only right that he continue that tradition. Harold had been doing it since they died, but he had gone back to town tonight. The Ford was in pretty good shape and he made the trip around the property in no time. As he headed back towards the garage, he thought back to the steady stream of people that came and went. He remembered most of them from high school and was surprised at the number of college classmates that came down. He didn’t see Cynthia Hill, though. She was his high-school. If you must be forceful, do it with tact. You'll get farther with him." Anything else?" Don't expect him to be happy to see you." The feeling's mutual," I replied. We parked in front of the courthouse and went inside. At this time in the morning there had been very little traffic, as the town was just waking up for a new day. However, I wasn't totally surprise to see Ashlee in her office, dressed rather nicely with a warm smile."Linda, how are you?" she greeted me with a hug."I'm doing well,.