I looked around and could see a light on at the house in front of the trash can so I walked like a drowned dog to their door. The front porch light c...me on and a gentleman stood in the door with his silhouette showing but unable to see any facial features. “Sir, I believe I ran over your trash can and can’t get it disconnected from my bumper. Would you be so kind to give me a hand? I will reimburse you for the damage I have done to your can.” He stepped a little closer but still was hidden. Just say thanks we won’t take you for ransom.”“Who would pay for me?” Vacchiari’s voice whined.“Exactly. Although...” the man seemed to ponder.Cory strained to hear. The doors were closed again and the man seemed to have stopped just outside to talk some more to Vacchiari.“Ayn still holds a grudge. He would love to beat the shit out of you.”“Who’s Ayn?” Vacchiari questioned, visibly annoyed with the prospect of having an enemy he knew nothing about.Ayn, Cory thought. Maybe that was just a. Mindblind tensed, his danger sense screaming at him. When Reed let out a roar and sprang toward Hodges with his dagger lifted to stab, Mindblind intercepted him. Reed changed targets quickly enough, but to no avail. Mindblind grabbed his nemesis’ wrist, pressing his thumb hard into the space between the bones. His muscles flexed, and he redirected the blueblood’s stab. A sharp crack sounded as Reed’s arm broke and the dagger plunged into his chest. “I’ll see you in the hells, monster,” Reed. "Oh, you're so sweet," Annette said, "but we had to do something after the cellular regeneration took place." Yes, you are correct. It would have been rather difficult for me to conduct business as an octogenarian, when my body was that of a twenty-one year old man." I like you even better like this." Yes, he does have a commanding presence," Annette said."Hum... Yes," Jennifer replied. "And he is looking more and more like a Captain every day." Ok, Ok. That's enough," Jim said. "I can't take.