I’m takin’ much less of a chance with you than you took letting me inside you.” He smiles. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk you through it, if y...ou’ve never done it before.”“Vell, as a young boy, Herr Grüber had me do it to my customers a few times. But vhen I got older, no one vanted my hand inside them anymore.” I spread my fingers as far apart as they can go, displaying my thick fingernails.“I guess they didn’t! But I can survive a lot more damage than your customers could. I cleaned myself out. And then you canceled the meeting before it even got started..." Laura! Just do this for me. Remember your promise to protect the Presidency — Me. I've got to take care of something."Laura just stared back with icy calmness. This was too easy. "Okay Brittany. I'll handle things here ... I'll protect your office."Brittany was actually surprised that Laura didn't put up more of a fight. Not wanting to look the gift-horse in the mouth, Brittany just nodded and hurried out the door down to her room. "I hate to rush you, but that asshat with the machine gun finished reloading." Crap, hang on," Liv warned as she twisted the wheel. "I hope we're close enough."Finn was nearly flung from the hatch by the violence of the turn. He clung desperately to the cold metal and watched with amazement as the log took flight, whipping behind them in a deadly arc.Liv had timed the turn perfectly, and the thick pine slammed squarely into the armored metal plating on the back of the Sno Cat. The impact. "And they were amenable?" Veronica asked."Well, they weren't falling over themselves with praise; it seems that they are trying to convince the powers that be to increase the role of women in business." Sir Bartholomew had the decency to look contrite."That is the way of the world Sir Bartholomew! And you never know, one day we might have a woman Prime Minister." Veronica laughed."Well it is lined up for the next resignation." Sir Bartholomew said with a twinkle in his eyes.Veronica just looked.