." I parroted back, glancing over at the clock just to be sure itwasn't time for lunch or something - not that Ollie usually came to mydesk even then.... One of us would usually just text the other that wewere ready to eat, and we'd meet down at his car. It wasn't lunch time,though. "What are you doing up here?" I have a meeting with Greg at ten-thirty," Ollie explained, gesturingtoward the nearby office door.Scowling, I shook my head. "No, you don't."A smirk curled my friend's lips. "Are you. She had managed to escape and as long as she was free and not yet captured, President Bob Dole had to watch his Republican ass. She was not only an X Man and a psychic but a highly skilled assassin as well. She could easily kill his bodyguards and nothing would prevent her from killing him, except she may want information to help free her fellow X Men. The White House was on guard 24/7 and Bob Dole also made sure that his vice president, Thierry who was a French American, was safe also. Sooner. She looked around the room at these strange faces, thenreturned herattention to the Marshall. Tears fell. ?I don't want to go to jail!? Shesniveled.?Then lean over Miss Kitty?s desk and let?s get this over with.?Slowly the dark haired dance hall girl nervously plodded toward the woodendesk and hesitated when she stood in front of it. Feeling trapped, shedaintily bent from the waist so that her ample cleavage pressed onto the topof the desk with her feet on the floor.?Matt!? Doc interrupted.. Of course, he’d known it all the time: she didn’t give a damn. Not about him, not about anyone.“Please, leave, mother,” he said. “I don’t want to see you again, ever.”“But, but Lucian,” she stammered, moving closer, her heel scratching on the floor. “I told you I am ... You can’t ... can’t...”“Leave,” he said, trembling. “Now.”“I’m your mother,” she said.“Yes,” he sighed. “And that is why you leave NOW!”He hated how his voice broke as he yelled at her, pushing her back and making her.