"Good job, Eleanor."Many uphill twists and turns later, the ground leveled out and the taxi drove into a modestly sized campus. It looked like it cons...sted of one main three-story building, (the classrooms and offices, Sam assumed), a wide and narrow, single floor building (the dorms?) and a few miscellaneous, smaller buildings that Sam hoped contained a pool.The cab driver stopped in front of the main building's double doors. "Out you go," he said. "Inside, I was told there's an office first. You’ll want some time to yourself to rest.’ ‘Yes, Bridget,’ he agreed. He felt less oppressed already, and smiled warmly at her. ‘My sister died recently. It’s a sobering thing when your younger sister dies before you and so young.’ Bridget hugged him and they entered the hotel, James McLeod carrying his bags and Bridget with her arm round his waist. ‘There are five guests wi’ us the noo,’ Bridget told him. ‘A young couple on honeymoon — your room is at the other end of the hotel!’ She winked. "Would you be interested in such a girl,Celeste?"Celeste used that slow motion of the cigarette to her mouth, inhaled andblew out smoke. "Seems that would be the best of both worlds. I wouldlike it very much."Patty needed to take charge here. "Well, there are many in the TGcommunity I can talk to. I'd have to be very selective, of course." Drake can have a beautiful girl on his arm but who has something extrabetween her legs," Margie added. "It will be a big and very pleasantsurprise. She would. Maybe he knows some old Supply Sargeant with whom daddy’s name still carries weight who just might have some of that old surplus ammo forgotten in a dusty back corner that could safely go missing. Interpol and La Policia are the at the base assisting the MPs in tracking him down now. Shouldn’t take them long; they found their last guy pretty quick. He’s dead, by the way. So, I decided we should come talk to a turd and son of a turd I know who could arrange that deal with a couple phone calls,.