“How many people do you have and what are their specialties?” I asked him.“I have twelve including myself. I’m an MP, two are Medics and are t...eating the pilot as best they can, two more are Infantrymen, but the remainder are clerks and personnel types,” he told me.“Do any of you have backpacks?” I asked.“Yes, we all have backpacks, but most of them are full of clothes and personal items,” he told me.“They may have to dump some of their things to carry the rations and any extra ammunition. Get. It’s just that I am mostly staying alone that I get such opportunities.I am going to tell you about what happened a year ago. It’s about a neighbor who used to stay alone as she was widowed. She has 2 kids both married. A son and a daughter. The daughter is married in Bangalore and her son in the US. She shuttles to the US 3 months in a year. Around 1 month she spends with her daughter in Bangalore. She is a woman of 48 yrs with a figure of 36/32/38. Though her boobs droop a bit it but it does. ‘I still run a lot, I play bridge with Carolina and Gemma and some other friends every week—’ ‘Bridge? I always thought only my family and sixty-year-old women played bridge.’ She looked abashed. ‘Yeah, well, Carolina and Gemma taught me to play, and, ah, I thought it would be a good idea to get a group together every week. And you know how I can be convincing.’ He snorted. ‘That, I do know.’ He paused, gathering his nerves. ‘Anything else? I mean, anything else important?’ They stood. They. These are people who are travelling for their own reasons, yet lack the resources to travel well. Truck drivers, college k**s on vacation, salesmen down on their luck; all of which are desperate enough and poor enough to accept whatever jaded offer I make them. These were my kind of people.My chauffeur, Emily, was unloading the limo and taking our bags to our room. I was watching her from the front desk. More accurately, I was watching the desk clerk, a young early twenties kind of guy watch.