” Ouma Chatzke intoned.“Both of our intelligence people established that there were clearly different beings of considerable power that spoke to t...he priests. The priests had a long history of playing one faction against another. The poison that they obtained was from the group who always wore their golden armored suits. I don’t know why they are dominating my thinking, but these premonitions have tended to be correct and I want you to have all the information that is passing through my mind in. “Yes, sir. Just write the message on that pad there, and I’ll get it out as quickly as I can.”The stranger took the pad and pencil. He paused for a moment pondering what he wanted to say. Then wrote a short message.From HobsonTo the RegimentProtection and Overland contracts filled Stop Jackson found alive End.Jeff was used to abbreviated messages, But this was shorter than usual. “That’s it, sir? Seems mighty short.”The stranger was smiling, “Don’t worry, son. They’ll know what it. Peter stood in the hallway. Because of all the noise going on when he'd stood in line the first time, and maybe because the man had his hand down in his pants working the butt plug while talking dirty and nasty to him as the two of them waited to get into the booth, he had not heard the sounds going on.This time however, Peter could hear very clear. Since no one was in the hallway, he stood at his wife's booth door and he clearly heard her grunting while she was being fucked as well as her. It all of a sudden dawned on me that the young hitchhiker in the first story had been called "Kid" by the truck driver. I had thought that Sven had been thinking about me when he came, but maybe it was just the character in that story. I was more confused than ever now and wasn't sure what to think."Okay, Kid. I'm gonna hit the showers and then get some shuteye." He casually strolled into the shower room and I listened as he took his shower. I was hoping he'd do the same tonight as last night.