It contained a link to Web-cams. I clicked the link. The familiar restaurant and dance floor came into view. The camera was focussed on a table near t...he back. It contained the man Sara straddled earlier and two very well built men of Arab appearance. They were dressed traditionally. Sara was also there looking gorgeous. She had a skin tight black wet look dress and was heavily made up. She was clearly the eye candy. The audio revealed a business discussion, it appeared to be going well with. Why would you return this to me?" I imagine you have been itching to kill me, especially since I played a part in the attack on your order, and placed you here abandoned on this world. I thought it best to get that little nuisance out of the way." Demus said unhooking his own lightsaber without taking up a defensive stance, "So whenever you're ready, by all means."Igniting her lightsaber Aayla charged in quickly hoping to take him by surprise. Slashing at him from the right she watched as he. “I asked Miss Price at the shop. She knows everything and everyone. So I asked her if she knew of a guy called Pearce who had died last year and she told me who and where.”Again that laugh, I could have stood there all day listening to it as we stood in my hall.“Shall we.” she indicated the open door to the kitchen with the bag. “Before they get cold.”Apologising I led her quickly into the kitchen and got her seated at the old table. She dug out of the bag a couple of takeaway cups of coffee. I looked up to see a man in a HAZMAT suit [With what I now know to be an M4A1 Carbine Rifle]. I noticed four other similarly dressed armed men. ‘P-please don’t shoot me!’ I begged as I dropped the thingy, ‘I’ve already been in a p-plane crash, and swum really fucking far in the last 24 fucking hours! If you shoot me now, I may as well have stayed in the fucking plane!’ I felt some level of cockiness, arrogance and confidence flood me at this point, and was becoming less and less afraid of.