The DJ wasshaking his fists at the retreating freaks, shoutingthreats, but they were too high on Jesus-juice to pay him any mind.I turned back to Dr. ...Gonzo. "Remember our old friend,Dr. Jackie the ball-crusher?" Yeah, I remember her. So what?" How about if we enlist her and really teach theseholy rollers a lesson they won't forget?"Dr. Gonzo thought about it for a minute. "Soundsgood, but only one thing." What?" Let's go upstairs and drop some of that Snoopy acidfirst."It seemed right and just. He had scarring, signs of battle. No doubt a warrior of some sort that had retired the blade in exchange for using his other sword to a more profitable use. The third was quite pale, too so for the tiefling’s taste, but he had a wiry physique and charming, suave look to him that was accentuated by the long, arrow-straight black hair that hung to his waist. The last was perhaps the most striking. He was average in all respects, from the angling of his features to his physique – neither. His hair, dark brown, was short and well groomed. There wasn't a lick of facial hair.I walked past him to the bathroom. Whisper was gone.I came back out and reached for the man but he said, "Stop!" and held up a small corked vial. He held it so close to my face that I had to back away to focus on it."Do you know what this is Mr. Setton?" he asked with a sneer.In the vial was a black swirling substance. It wasn't really air or liquid. I stared at it, watched it and noticed to my shock and horror. But I had never noticed him until I began working here. Never noticed his height until he was stood right in front of me. Never noticed his hands, big and safe, until they made contact with mine when he handed the money over. Never noticed the quiet purr of his voice until he asked me what book I was reading. He is an older man, with fine lines of grey speckled in his black hair, faint creases of wrinkles in his skin when he laughs, though he looks quick and agile for his age, which I guess to.