"My fucking guy, asshole!" The tire iron made a really nice crunchingsound, followed by a squishing sound, followed by a spurting sound assome kind of... dark blood coated the area. Slime Munchkin's head was outof round, with a distinct inch deep indentation on the left side."Six months of kung goddam fu training and I use a tire iron. Nofinesse, Emily." Emily said while she helped Frieda get up."That's it? That's the mission?" Frieda asked, staggering to his feet.He felt in need of new underwear,. "I wish I knew, Louie," Driver reclined back in his office's fineleather seat, letting out a long, slow sigh. "It's absolutely crazy thatsuch a promising young kid like that could up and disappear."He glanced down at the mane of thick, luscious, long black hair thatbounced up and down under his desk, allowing himself to enjoy thewonderful tongue work that his new secretary and part time advisor hasproven so adept at in these few short weeks."Kids...what can you do?"He continued for a few more. ” I agreed, then reached out to shake his hand. “Thank you. And my thanks to your superiors for letting you come to tell me. It is a great relief to hear that I have one fewer problem on my plate. If you should happen to hear anything about the Jordanians...” I left that hanging, asking, but not asking.He grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “As my grandfather would say, who knows what may happen in the fullness of time? Of course, he usually said that when we asked for ice cream, but it still. I checked the smell from the parking lot and found it almost nonexistent. I am pretty sure unless you knew it was there, it wouldn't even be noticed. Especially in one of the parking lots on either side of my office.I went inside and there was more of a smell, but again not really powerful. It was just strong enough to know that it was there. When I opened the bathroom door. the smell was very strong and surely that much smell would not have gone unnoticed. It was obvious that the office could.