In the large hall, people milled around looking at the CH-MEMS people to be auctioned. The two long walls were lined with cyborg people behind steel b...arricades. A leaflet that he was given upon entry explained that most were condemned prisoners who agreed to become cyborg people to escape the death penalty. The proceeds of their sales will go to pay off their victims or victim's estates. A few were people with life threatening conditions but who lacked medical insurance to pay for treatment.. Jan dear. I am pulling out a piece of paper. Which she then did. I am writing my phone number on it, which she also then did. Now I am going to close your bedroom door and place this number on the kitchen table. If you are seriously able to convince your son Chris to not open the door and to just call me on my cell. Well then I will come back and untie you without Chris walking in on you. If Chris does not call me then I will assume that you have found another way to, ahem, take care of your. “Well, Well – if it isn’t the two ass-hole buddies. Did you come here looking for more faggots ... you scum balls?” They were greeted at the back by the bikers as they grabbed a cue stick to shoot a game of pool.“What the fuck are you talking about?” Larry glared at the man.“I’m talking about that picture of you two butt-fucking each others back there in both pissers.” The man answered.“I don’t know who in the fuck did this ... But that’s not us in those pictures. Some one set us up.”“Yeah,. The first hour was slow to pass, but the time came closer things seemed to pick up with an almost alarming rate of speed. Her targets boat was already coming into view, and would be within firing distance in fifteen minutes. At the thirty minute mark she began to searching for her target. A woman only known to her as Ida. Ida as Colleen recalled was an unseemly bull dog, who was well into her older years by this point. Her key identifying mark was a jagged scar the cut over her left eye, over.