Probably Bob the Briefer would be better though. I bear a message from the Swamp." Oh and what would that be?" I asked."We have a contract to rescue a...child," he said. "The Colonel thought you might want in on it." How could you spare time to come here and try to recruit me, if it's a rescue. I always thought a rescue was a situation that was time sensitive," I commented."We have time but not all the time in the world. The person to be rescued is a seven year old girl She was kidnapped by her. ”“Awe don’t do that, don’t stop. I can do two things at once” he cried with a little smirk, knowing full well that he was not going to be able to continue driving and blow a load at the same time. “Oh and the guys won’t have a problem if you keep this up when we see them later,” there was that little devilish grin again.“Ha, ha, very funny, like that is ever going to happen,” I said. By this time I was sitting upright and reaching behind me to re-tie my top and put the girls back in place. I. I told Tracy I wanted to look at her eyes and see if they were making any progress at starting to open. The swelling had started to go down slightly and the purple tinge had lost a couple of shades.Her eye lids were caked shut and I thought a warm damp cloth might help soften them. At least it might soothe them a little so I might be able to coax them open. I wasn't expecting miracles, just hoping for a little progress.I told Tracy my plan and she thought it might work. I drew a small bowl of. "Don't have one, we couldn't afford it. But he's gonna get me one, soon." Well, there you go. You're married, a perfect candidate for an interview. I'm going in now, join me if you want."I got a table near the window. She was still outside, holding the sign with grim desperation.I flagged the waitress down."Do you know that girl?"She glanced out the window."Yeah, that's Wendy. Poor girl, she has no luck at all. Lucy lets her bus tables every once in a while for a meal and a few dollars. She.