”“Huh!” Curtis snorted out.“Well, she musta been crazy. You’re better off without her. You get to California and you’re gonna have those s...urfer girls all over you. You like that?”Curtis shrugged again.“Courtesy, Courtesy, Courtesy. You’re gonna fry your brain with that shit. Maybe too late.”The sun was in their eyes as it sunk towards the horizon.“I’m gonna stop in Sonora and catch some winks. I don’t believe in killin’ myself just to make good time.”They pulled off at the exit and took another. . we'll see what we can arrange maybe," she said."Fuck yeah!" he yelled enthusiastically."But first," she said, "business before titties. Aren't you supposed to be laying some ammo on me?"He sighed in mock consternation and then turned businesslike himself. "The fuckin' war effort must go on," he said. "What you be needing?"Xenia turned businesslike as well. "Six eighties and a hundred twenties," she said."Fuckin' aye," he said. "You good on four millimeter?" Haven't fired a round of that yet.. She was no assassin, but a highborn merchant. I drew a long breath, and then expelled it with relief. My lover was safe. The dark-skinned lady couldn’t be classified as attractive; her nose had been broken in the past and an earlobe had a big cyst. However, a smattering of freckles across her check added a cuteness factor.Palus brighten her smile as she entered the room. Indeed, her beetle-black eyes shone triumphantly at me. They stopped immediately in front of us. At first, her companion. Today he was dressed a little more formally than usual, which meant he had put on khaki trousers instead of his habitual khaki shorts, and it just wouldn’t do to arrive at the hotel in a sweaty mess. It was a bit of walk as it was, and a steep one at that. He could make out the 1300 hydrofoil coming in, but its speed seemed a little fast, then he saw an ambulance waiting on the quay and the first flutters of an uneasy afternoon settled in his gut. Had something happened to Misha? He rolled on.