"Marsha," he said startled and annoyed. "I'm pleased to meet you. But I think you're disturbing your husband." That's a nice suit you're wearing."It w...s clearly time to escape. For some reason this local beauty had fixed upon him, but he had no desire to achieve a pickup."It's a Smart Suit, Marsha," he said. "Someday you'll read all about it, but tonight I can't take the time to discuss it."He reached for his check. A tall, angry and broad-shouldered young man stood menacingly in front of his. Once that was accomplished, dozens of engineers and scouts had gone through the wreckage insuring that no vehicle would pass through the piles of twisted metal, and making sure that no sign of being placed here purposely would be visible. She had forty Spartan scouts with her, as well as a dozen half vampire half Drow infiltrators from Lynwe's command. Leland and his small team were hidden within the patchwork of twisted vehicles on the road waiting for the signal to begin their attack.She wore. “Empty your pockets, Chase. Everything.” “Hey, it’s me. She knows I’m allergic to bean shooters and I’ve got no beef with her.” “Yeah, I know, Rooster, but she’s been kind of edgy lately. Trouble brewing. Empty them.” He put out his hand for emphasis. It was big enough to crush my head with. With a sigh, I began dumping everything into his palm. Wallet, keys, lighter – I’d given up smoking ages ago, but it had been a gift from someone I’d cared about deeply, once upon a time – spare change. Moe’s from the fifties, light beige, with a conservative bodice and a long soft skirt, but fitted to her, it ended up sexy. Liang’s looked like it came from a much older time, but the red dress had been revisionist in the sixties.“Scott, this is Liang,” Joe introduced them.“You look familiar,” the handsome older gay man responded.“I’m the receptionist at Joe’s publishing house.”“I remember.”“You can call me Li.”“You’ll be seeing quite a bit of her, Scott.”“Oh?”“I moved in!” Liang grinned.“Well.