So I smile at Bernie and put my finger up to my lips...We hear someone yell in the hallway then hear obvious gun fire. I creep to the door, open it an... oh hell no!!!Present – Jens – In the tunnelsWe continue making sure the rooms are clear when Maria questions, "Jens, what the hell is that noise, it sounds like a machine gun."I answer, "That's because it is a machine gun. I have an autonomous machine gun guarding the ventilation system."Maria exclaims, "What! A fucking mechanical machine gun. Shooter was awake and alert this time, and I was watching the clock, and using my Zeiss binocs again to spot Anya as she exited her condo."Roughly two minutes," I whispered."I'm ready and waiting," came Shooter's reply. No sleeping on the job today.The seconds dragged past.I kept my eyes glued to the entrance, expecting Anya at any second. Suddenly I recognized the Councilman walking past the building, like he did every morning."Get set," I hissed. Then I waited. And I waited. And I waited some. Perfect. The place was just getting into full swing by the time I got there. The jukebox was blaring out a disco classic and the polished wood dance floor half packed and filling up quick. I made my way to the bar and took a seat on one of the red appaulstered barstools, ordering myself a dirty martini and turning to face the dance floor to check out the talent, after all a one night stand might be just what the doctor ordered. Nothing but college girls in their mother's shoes clomping around. They had spent a couple of more nights together but were avoiding new territory as well. Even though I'd made it clear that I would not care or be upset either way. I guess they were serious when they said they wanted me to be first in everything. I had to respect their resolve, and it was flattering in a way, but it was a frustrating situation all around.Meanwhile, I kept finding myself in some strange places. Frequently it was the result of meeting new people. I would meet someone at school;.