‘Well,’ as I pull out my Apex International ID, and show him, then put it back into my pocket, ‘yes.’ I say matter-of-factly. ‘Sorry, sir, I... didn’t realize that you were coming today,’ He sounds worried, ‘ I should fire Kathy.’ ‘Who?’ I ask, ‘do you mean you receptionist, Ms. Parker?’ ‘Yes, she made you sit out there like a normal visitor.’ ‘No,’ I tell him, ‘it wasn’t her fault, I wanted this. I wanted to see how you treated just a ordinary walk-in customer.’ ‘Why, sir?’ He asks, his angry has. Hank drove over to Debbie’s place and knocked on the door. Debbie answered dressed in nothing but a bathrobe. “You’re right on time come in.” Hank walked in and saw that Debbie lived a very minimal lifestyle in an upstairs apartment. He was worried how they could do anything without the neighbours finding out. Debbie smiled and led him to her bedroom. “I was up for most of the night preparing let me know what you think.” They walked into her room and Hank smiled. There were pads and egg cartons. The first storm killed him. This one," she looked around, "this one is cremating the corpse." She paused, inhaled deeply, paused for a second, and shivered as a single tear streamed down her coal black cheek. "My dear friends, I fear the Gods of the SkyFire have stolen our future," she choked back a sob and turned away from us as her shoulders shook to the sound of weeping. "It only stole yesterday's tomorrow," Sheila thrust her clenched fist high above her head and roared like a lioness, "We. "I have fulfilled your request. Mr. Weston will be transitioned to Heather's class rotation starting today."Melissa smiled. "Thank you." I assume this is so you may get at Heather Sovert?"Melissa nodded eagerly."Hmm. So you have learned to channel power through your puppets. Interesting."Melissa gave Laura a smug grin."Too bad you are putting it to such an uninspired use."Melissa's smile faded. "What??"Laura sighed. "Really, Miss Hendell. You have so much potential. Do you think an act of petty.