Did you live in Japan?" Hai, that's yes. I've lived in Japan, Denmark, and I was born in Paris."We were standing at the elevator. When the door opened... there stood John and Yoko. She said, "Konbanwa, watashitachi ni anata no namae o oshiete kuremasendeshita." Good evening to you too, Yoko. My name is Nick, and this is my friend, Monzi. Monzi, this is John Lennon and Yoko Ono."John moved the bag of take-out Chinese to his left hand, and reached out to shake her hand. She was too star-struck to. He looked at me and asked to see my credentials so I presented my Interpol ID. He handed it back and apologized, but said it was necessary for me to be able to enter any of the restricted areas. He also said that he had been getting four or five calls an hour from an agent called Maurice, wanting to know if they were on station yet. He laughed and said he would have told him to piss off, but one didn't say such things to the assistant director of the Interpol Agency and keep their commissions.. ."Jim opened his eyes and gazed at Isabelle for a moment. "Issie, you would stick out like a sore thumb. The quantum shadow resonance keeps us from aging, but it also has cut you off from having a life on Earth. You'd probably be dissected if you were seen now."Isabelle gave a sarcastic laugh. "The last dozen years were one gendercidal war after another, each one dirtier than the last. Look what happened in Indonesia last year, all the horrors... So what have I missed? And besides, I can still. It’s actually my job...” She stopped and looked around, as if she thought someone was listening in on them. “It’s actually my job to take care of that,” she finally continued confidentially.Dalia blinked confused, as if she wasn’t sure if she heard correctly. Lara, the petite little slave, was the Lady’s dog whore? “What? Really?” she asked.Lara nodded and shrugged. “Well, it’s part of the job, that’s what I submitted for after all,” she remarked casually. “And besides, I like him quite a lot..