He must have noticed my wonderment as to the empty club (usually a hot spot any night of the week) and he told me that he and his friends had arranged... to reserve it for a tax night party. He ordered drinks from the lone female in the place, a waitress, and sat me down at a table with 7 of his buddies all dressed in starched white shirts and gray suits.We sat in silence for what seemed like forever but was probably only less than a minute before my escort introduced me as Teri. I couldn't catch. Hearing the slight gurgle telling him the guard was dead, he tied the cord tightly to the tree, to make it look as though the guard was still standing. Pulling his bow off his shoulder, and knocking an arrow, he took aim at the other guard. Ku'o heard movement from his right, letting the arrow fly, he pinned the guards head to a tree. Returning the bow to his shoulder, he went in search for the source of the sound. Quietly sneaking behind the approaching guards, using a blade in each. "Like I really believe that."Rachael shrugged. "Suit yourself."They continued to joke and tease for a while, and even Allison came in and joined in on the fun a few minutes later. Even with her insisting that everything Jeff and Rachael said was true, Brit still didn't believe it, but that was fine. In fact, they probably wouldn't have joked about if they thought she would.Their teasing mellowed suddenly when Greg arrived home half an hour later, early from work. He wanted to get an early start. The imaginative energy needed to hold a conversation would tear a hole in that seal, letting guilt and despair soak into their minds like a poison.He got his punch card stamped, then a receipt slipped out of a slot below the clock. It was his list of his assignments for today. Before reading, he stepped into the nearby employee break room. It was routine for those arriving to duck out of the way of others and go into the break room to read their assignments, and perhaps get a cup of coffee from.