I knew I was next.When it came to my turn I wanted a very specific type. She had to be a mature woman with a little meat on her. I liked a woman I cou...ld hold on to and not worry about hitting myself with a bone or something. She didn’t have to have big breasts but I did want them to be full and round with big nipples. We went into the bar next door and there I saw the woman I wanted. I called her over and bought her a drink. Her name was Rosa. We settled on the price for my tryst. She led me to. They could see a raid by the authorities coming from miles away. Anyone foolish enough to assault the mine would find themselves battling uphill, across open tundra and without cover. There was only one way in and one way out.Mitch had been pouring over a pile of expense reports when Max's fist punched the table, interrupting his work."Looks like your goddaughter isn't content with bringing us the journal." Max swiveled the computer monitor in Mitch's direction."Where in God's name did she get. Slade had the landlord brought in for questioning, but all he could tell us was the house had been rented to a tall, red headed, well-built young German by the name of Erich von Stroheim.Krish's account, of how grateful and appreciative the Davenports had been when the body of their son had been brought home, reminded me of the young French officer we had buried on the battle field of Waterloo. I had taken compass bearings at the time in order to be able to locate the burial plot again but at. Even at my top sprint speeds I could not make it the half mile off the tarmac before they could cut me down at their leisure. I just followed the cops as they lead me off into a tent back behind the plane. Inside I was directed to a table with a few laptops on their side, my side had a single crappy metal folding chair. That is where I was "requested" to sit.I was all set for the fifth degree. It surprised the shit out of me when they offered me not only a bottle of water, but an ice cold one..