Stravinsky.” The two guards looked up at the camera. “This is Ash Collins. I’m in charge now. Engage your safeties. Re-holster your pistols. Tak...e your time, do it right. Be careful.”Not looking at all happy, they complied. Then left through that rear door when Ash told them to. Left to a bleak future.Ash spoke again, “Wexler, I’m coming in.”“Whatever.”Wexler’s ugly face was still ugly. Still deformed from Vanessa’s strike. But his voice was different now. That country, nasal twang had. I've only got through these last few weeks by staying drunk most of the time."Then she staggered across the room and collapsed onto the bed in a heap.I had some difficulty equating the woman who'd so confidently walked into the hotel bar just a short time before, with the inert figure lying on the bed. Honestly, I'd never seen anyone go from apparently stone cold sober, to completely legless in such a short period of time."Are you going to do me now?" she slurred, as I swung her legs up onto. I had hoped never to meet you,” he said solemnly. “Do what you will with me, but I ask you to spare my men. They have been ordered to accept you or Clovis as their new monarch,” he said resignedly.He remained stoic as I studied him. “Technically, we have not yet battled,” I said. He was confused. “While I do not pretend to speak for my King, were you to go with me to Paris, and ask to peacefully join the Frankish Empire, I feel there is a good chance you might be appointed governor of Frankish. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex machinery attached to it and a computer readout that says, "Clone revival complete."That's when it hits you. You're in crazy Uncle Leroy's survival compound, in the bunker he built specially for you. It included a machine that was supposed to make a clone of you (complete with all the memories you had the last time you checked in at Leroy's compound), if you ever died or.