Hal always seemed to know what was going on.We washed our hands and then held them as we went to the chow hall for breakfast. Of course, we were the l...ast to arrive because we'd been helping with the horses. We grabbed what remained of the sausage and eggs and Cookie put a biscuit and a ladle of gravy on each of our plates. There was only one table with places at it and we passed Rochelle's table on the way."Eww! You smell like a barn!" she said. Jennifer snorted."Horses," we all three said at. Then I stepped back to view my possession. She was a vision of beauty; on her knees, black dress, raven hair piled on top of her head, black leather collar around her throat and hanging from her collar was a single word spelled out in Sterling silver…Slave. “Lovely” I murmured. “Come slut we have a full night ahead of us.” I gestured for her to rise. “Where are your daughters?” “They are spending the night with friends’ master” “Oh good,” I replied as I grabbed her keys and led her out. I just want you to know that I know I am not John Carter,” Oscar said.Confused by his insistence that he wasn’t John Carter, Beth asked, “Why are you telling me this?”“Great magic requires a great price,” Oscar said.A light went off in her head and she asked, “And you expect to have to pay that price?”“I will pay the price,” Oscar answered.The conversation quickly came to an end when the Reverend Leroy Jones walked over to the table. His pace was slow and he relied on the cane more than usual.. I'd like to think his dislike was for all things military in general and not just for my own baby blues but truthfully it didn't matter. I was finally able to convince him that all required signatures were indeed there and that I hadn't forged them. What a tool. Then there was the desk officer assigned to actually find and issue my weapon. She was young as they come, cute as a puppy and dumb as a box of rocks. If this was the best the Irish police had then I can understand why Camberge wasn't.