‘Monique!’ he cried as he rushed to help her to her feet ‘I am fine Bernard do not crate such a fuss.’ She said in a faint voice ‘Madame yo...u’re wounded let me help you.’ Bernard led his mistress to the nearest bed in the room and sat her down ‘You must at allow me to tend to your wound Madame.’ He began to cut away the fabric around her wound with a small knife he kept in is ridding boot, although it would have been easier to remove the dress itself, society’s etiquette did not always allow. In this case they agreed that it was more appropriate to let them fight it out.Jason had a further suggestion.“They appear to be reasonably well matched: the AI’s have indicated that they have lost similar numbers of ships. There are three of the golden ships hanging back behind one of the Moon’s. One of them looks battleship size and the other two very much smaller are large frigates or destroyers. I have called in the dogs. I would like us to attempt to capture them as I believe that the. I'd been sent plenty of pictures of Jake with his shooting trophies."Don't worry, Ray. He only shoots his little target pistol, and they wouldn't let him bring it on the plane," she replied, grinning at me."Damn, woman, if you two keep carrying on like that I'm sure I could pick up one over here somewhere." Jake said, as he shook my hand after I'd untangled myself from his wife. But as he'd said it, I spotted that Tammy and her husband were standing behind Sam and Jake.Both of them gave me a. He needed to relax and somewhere to channel his roiling adrenaline after it had pumped into his body from the capture, interrogation and then chase after that bastard. Unable to believe that the fucker had escaped from his inept men as they guarded him after he himself had gone to take a pee his fury had increased, raising his blood pressure to a real high. Patrick’s escape was piled on top of the realization that someone he had trusted for the past ten years, someone he considered to be his.