Here and there a flash of fire as someone lights a cigarette. Nicotine sounds good, you reach for Shelly, asking her for a cigarette. She says nothing... but a lit clove is handed to you. You inhale deeply, savoring the taste of it… Somewhere, behind the music, there is a more primal beat. Like sex. Like screams. Like death. It has you excited, you throw yourself into the rhythm. Shelly dances with you, pressing herself against you, whispering in your ear as you pull her close. You don’t know. In no time at all, Kait and I were laughing and chatting with Bob like he was an old family friend. After a couple of punches, I started to feel pretty relaxed and kind of spaced out. So evidently was Kait. Bob smiled. "I put a little something in the punch to get you both relaxed. Nothing serious and perfectly safe." Kait giggled. "Whatever it is, it's working just fine!" she said."So," Bob said, "what would you like to know? Any questions?" Kait was swaying to some inner music that only she. She slid into her body and cuddled with Tim. He slept like the dead. Nothing but a full bladder woke him at night. He'd take his leak, walk back into bed and was sleeping within seconds. It gave time for Olivia to think about her next course of action against the Elites. She wanted to take them out one by one. She had decided to start with the fringe and work her way to the top. Their headquarters were in Chicago and with the arrest of the President, his cabinet, the Congress and Supreme Court. ‘So, Miss Morgan, can you tell us more about your machine,’ Niklas asked, his eyes fixated on her. She sure is stunning, the way that robe clings to her small frame, how I’d love to see what was under it, he thought to himself, a smile forming on his face. ‘Ok so what is it that you need to know,’ she asked, annoyed. She stood there with her arms crossed, glaring at the two detectives. She noticed that he was eyeing her, and her body started to get warm, she could feel the blood running to her.