Something about this woman intrigued him so. My mind screamed at me, do it, do it. Go out with him what harm could it do. ‘Well I don’t know. Wha... the heck alright.’ ‘Fantastic, how soon can you be ready?’ ‘Well the stage won’t be here for another hour.’ ‘We don’t need to wait for the stage, I have my horse if you don’t mind riding double?’ ‘No that would be fine, just let me change into my city clothes.’ ‘I’ll wait for you out front then.’ ‘Alright.’ I went inside to change quickly into. Actually hearing what we had feared, come out of his mouth, lifted a bit of tension from my neck. The reason for all our troubles was no longer guesses and theories. I couldn't help but smirk at Price and look down at my console."Miley, please record in the log that Mr. Aaron Price is not only a party to murder, conspiracy and theft. He has bad taste in uniforms that make him look like a dandy. Oh, he is a self-proclaimed pirate too." So noted in the log," Miley responded.Looking back up at. He was beginning to lean toward taking their drugs, their cash and a few drug dealers off the streets!The daylight was beginning to fold into night, so the timeline for the drug deal was still several hours off. Tim sat on the bed with the TV sound muted and the nightly news updating the day. He was continuing to keeping an eye out for any sign of a reaction from the government about his escape from under the hands of the CID-SI. Happily, there was nothing on the news about any manhunt.Sitting. Emily was in the room practicing. Sandra went in quietly, intending to grab her books and head for a practice room, but Emily put her horn down."How was Doberman?" she asked."Crazy. Not five minutes into class he already collected the first quiz."Emily looked at Sandra wide-eyed. "Damn!" Yeah. There's no messing around in there. Pretty much everyone got called on to do something." You should switch to my ear training class. Messerson is really laid back. He didn't even start until a quarter.