Lady Demure stirred at last. She squeezed her eyes together and pinched her straight nose between her long fingers. She ran her tongue over her lips a... if they had become dry. ‘So, it is happening,’ she said at last. None of the slaves dared reply. ‘The King is dead and soon each and every village in the Kingdom of the Knights will fall to the rebellious hordes,’ Lady Demure continued, talking as much to herself as she was to her slaves. She scanned the room around her and then gazed steadily. Grabbing a coke from the machine, she took the steaming food from the oven realising it was way too hot again and turned distractedly to head back to her desk, running straight into a hard tall body. ‘Oh fuck! I am so sorry.’ Peri backed up pasta, sauce, and melted cheese burning into her chest. She did not even register whom she had walked into as the pain seared into her. Peri headed to the sink to drop the container and splash cold water at the scalding sauce burning her skin. Grabbing. God, I wish we were.”“Would you think I was wrong to believe you’ve suffered more than enough for that lapse in judgment?” I asked gently.That got them both crying and I took them into my arms, looking at Emma over their shoulders. She nodded again and smiled at me. I held me hand out to her and she joined us, hugging the girls from behind. We hugged like that for a long time before we went back inside.“So what does this mean?” Beck asked cautiously.“For now, it means that you should go and get. Two of Cory’s team were Asiatics, he called them his south Mississippi Chinks, and they watched the Embassy from the time the two officers walked in the front door, until the CIA hauled their asses out in a couple of black surburbans. Cory spotted Gary Lee in the crowd of people who surged against the two vehicles as they got to an intersection. He held up his cuffed hands for Gary to see. That was his signal for the men to DiDi, (get the hell out of there) back to the rest of the guys and get.
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