I'll call the location over to the chief of police of the town of Elizabeth and ask him if he can send someone to take a look." Okay, Mark. While you'...e doing that, I'm going to go prepare our ambush at the Old County Jail. I don't know that it'll be necessary anymore, but..." Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it," Mark finished for him, before adding, "I'll swing by maintenance and grab some chains, too." Sounds good. See you later."The Old County Jail, which had been. ’She nodded and replied tearfully. ‘Yes, please. I would do anything to ease my conscience.’Georgina stood and walked a little way towards the mirror before turning to address her again. ‘Anything, Elena? Are you sure? Because I believe there is a way, but it will require endurance and fortitude on your part.’‘Is there? What is it?’ She stood up and crossed over to Georgina. ‘Is it a cure?’ She dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief.Georgina reached out and put her hand on the older woman’s. I pushed myself hard so that I was ready--if one can be ready for such a mission.The standard Confederation Human Marine package is a mesomorph body two meters tall and one hundred kilos mass. When I finished my training I was my normal height of 1.9 meters and my weight was a hefty 90 kilograms--but I had a gymnist's body. That body had a deep tan--and was free of body hair. Speaking of hair, only my eyelashes, eyebrows, and scalp had hair. My scalp hair grew in the pattern favored by that. Damn, the hero is one lucky bastard, I thought as I looked at her. Gwaelin appeared to be about nineteen, with honey-gold hair that hung in perfect ringlets framing her face, and even the conservative gown she wore could do little to hide her perfect figure. She looked like a supermodel, but something in her eyes bespoke a lot more humanity than that, despite her lofty station.I had to fight the urge to chuckle as I remembered that I'd gone to rest at the inn with the hero while carrying.