” he said, for good measure.@In a dark alley, somewhere downtown, a business man was grabbed from behind and he dropped his briefcase in surprise. T...he man covered his mouth and whispered in his ear “take it, and I'll let you live,” but he never saw a gun or a knife. All he knew was that he was not within screaming distance of anyone and the other man could definitely take him in a fight.He stood, with his hands pressed against the brick of the empty building where he worked in daylight, shaking. "First you have to swear to me, as leader of the Protectors, that what I'm going to tell you goes no further. Swear it, Ted, or I'll tell you nothing!" "OK, Gaby, I swear. All I want is the truth." "Ted, Nightman . . . the Cat, she was raped. Raped by a powerful sorcerer she met at my guru's house." "The Cat was raped?" Nightman repeated in a harsh whisper. "I didn't think such a thing was possible. I mean, it's just hard to think of her as a victim." "Well, believe it. . I had met her on a handful of occasions, and she wasted no time in mocking my reluctance to "give her what she wanted" as she put it. Believe me if she wasn't so young and my cousin's best friend I might have been sorely tempted. She was one sexy fucking kid. Cool as you like she strutted in through the door and walked past me into my hall, her long dark hair, up in pigtails following behind her. She was wearing a white shirt with a few too many buttons left open, a black and red tie and. "How did they clear the first door?" I asked.Yvette must have been at the crossing because she responded. "It looks like they used a grenade. No one would plant a bomb where this explosion started."Brad had carefully walked forward and was looking at the bomb. He bent down and pushed it along the floor until it was clear of the door and then kicked it with all his might, sending it flying down the corridor. Tyson yipped in protest, but Brad's response was a growl. "Maybe we'll get lucky and it.