Someone broke in from the back door and is in the kitchen!"Best turned the corner. He peeked into the dining and saw a number of people sitting at the... table, but his stepdaughter wasn't with them. He heard the phone ring and saw a woman stand up from the table. "Is my stepdaughter in the house at all? Was Clausen wrong?" he thought, as he ducked into a small closet. After Maggie passed him, he quietly snuck out of the closet and headed for the rear stairway. He quietly went up the stairs to see. He was then presented with a photograph of himself - or herself. There was no doubt - that had to be girl! Surely no man could look that good? In fact, it was so good, it looked as though they'd stuck 'her' head onto a mans body... and the only reason you could tell it was a man's body was because of the clothes and the lack of tits. He'd tried to avoid Stephen at lunch times - and was yet to tell him of his plight. Well, what could he say? He'd already lost his body hair, had his eyebrows. “What do you need those for?” Franks asked.“So you did not hear about the expansion of the embassy contract? You guys are slipping,” I replied.“No, what is that about?” Eric replied.I explained the new contract and its expansion.“Since we are talking about embassy things, what do you make out of this intel?” I asked as I gave them each a copy of Robert’s on going intelligence report at Kampala. At the same time I sent an email to Amy and Victor containing a file of the same information.I reread. Remember me? I’ll bet you didn’t think you’d ever see me again, did you?”I opened the door wider but stayed inside. This limited any incoming fire to my front. Shadow, by my side, growled. “Be cool, boy,” I whispered.“Good morning, what can I do for you?” I questioned, I had no hope for a civil conversation. Or in my ability to convince these guys to leave. The best I could hope for was time enough to think of a solution. And believe me, my mind was in overdrive.He started looking around at the.