But Harry is right, we won't say anything if you have a camera on us. Fuck you. I can take any damn' beating you give me and wait my time. They don't ...dare have anything happen to us."Mike interrupted, "Let me get this straight, you say you are hit men for the governor? Get out of here." His voice expressed total disbelief."That brain dead clown? He is too dumb to be anything but a mouthpiece. His job is to follow orders, just like us." The speaker was the one guard who had been silent up until. The noise level had risen and people jostled each other at the bar, yelling out their drink orders. In a back booth a man and a woman sat across from each other, nursing their second (or was it third?) martini. Angela Rizzo was a dark haired beauty in her early 40s, but with a bitter twist to her mouth as she looked at the front door."God damn that bitch. Here she comes waltzing in with hubby at her heels. Mrs. fuckin' goody two shoes," she snarled.Carl Crowe, her drinking partner, raised his. She raised her skirt over her knees and exposed her sexy long legs. Zack licked his lips, as he continued to stare at her legs. She must have read his mind because all of a sudden she uncrossed and slowly parted her legs. Zack seated at the right height on the bleacher stand had an excellent view between her legs. The lady then moved her legs slightly at an angle so Zack could see her panties. She smiled. Zack smiled back and waved. Zack’s attention turned to the stage, as the band began to. Should we just install a surround and make a pool out of it,” she said, her hands spreading outward, gesturing to the water that covered the floor. I quickly glanced down, as her movement displayed her chest even more prominently.I looked over the floor, covered with about a half inch of water, towels placed in the doorways to prevent it seeping outside the room. Smiling, I looked up at her, making contact with her pretty brown eyes.“Let’s just see what we can do about it first.” I said, moving.