Alison and her two producers were looking at the white board that was set up at one end of the room, and one of the unpaid interns picked up the phone...."Hello, View from the Left. We're in a meeting, can this wait?" she said.A male voice answered, "Not really. This is the Public Relations Office at the FBI. Can I talk to James Tibideaux, please."The intern had fielded at least a dozen calls 'from the FBI' in the last two weeks, since Alison had gone on the air with her claim that the FBI had. I wish some of themhad turned out differently, but I don't blame him. I was there too andI'm sure I encouraged it at times. Again, when you greet your man inyour panties and you're on your knees sucking his cock three secondsafter he walks through the door and you don't go a minute withoutstilettos on, you're setting yourself up to be viewed a certain way, soit's no wonder when it happens. When I think back to those times,everything I did was based on looking good for him. I'd wake up. He needed to lead warriors, and Martin had given him the chance.They were returning from a sensitive intelligence gathering mission into Wood Elf territory and had come across the mercenary column. They had made short work of the scum and then landed here to check for anything that might have been able to use. Leland had made the decision to remain here and allow everyone to eat and rest for a few hours before they made the final twenty minute flight back to Junction City, or what everyone was. There's places in this town what would start a war for thin's as valuable as them amulets." Gosh, Eddy, we was just doin' our jobs. They didn't have to give us nothin'." I know that, Zack, an' they know that. But that's their way of sayin' 'Thank you.' Jus' accept the gifts an' go on 'bout your business. It would be best if you didn't go flashing them thin's around in public or any of us talkin' about 'em, because them amulets would attract thieves an' murders like flies to honey. Now, let's.