Jason stepped into Control Room A and saw a lanky lad with long hair and a scraggly goatee sitting at the console. He turned around. “Well, hello Ja...y-Son.”“Hello Art-Thur.”“What brings you here on a fine Saturday afternoon, Jay-Son?”“I want to use Control Room B, Art-Thur ... Unless you have a need.”“Go right ahead, Jay-Son.”“By the way, this is my girlfriend Aja Morgan.”Arthur stood and faced them. “Pleased to meet you.”“Same here,” Aja replied. She followed Jason into the secondary control. Smiling to himself he pictured the mess that would occur up ahead at the big roundabout at the junction of Trinity Road and York Road, two of the busiest roads out of London in the South in the rush hour where they met at the juncture leading to Wandsworth Bridge and Chelsea. Glancing the other way was the South Circular, wending its way to Tooting, Balham, Streatham and all points south for the commuters desperate to get home on a Friday afternoon. The blackout would cause real havoc. * Jerry. "Kirsty closed the small gap between us; her head still down and her hands by her sides. As she stood in front of me I moved my hand from my trunks and placed both my hands on the kitchen counter beside me this pushed by crotch out in a very obvious manner."Here you are Kirsty, take a look if you want." Of course she was already looking right at it but there were still my trunks in the way."If you want to see it properly you will have to take my trunks down wont you?"She looked up at me with a. ”“Thank you but you have no need to,” she says coldly.“Still, it is fitting and does them honour, as you do them honour through remembrance.”“I remember them aye, as they were when they lived.”“How were you enslaved?’“I found some rags that the plunderers had not taken. Dressed in these, I wandered through the city scavenging what I could, like an animal, until I was captured.”“No member of your family survived?”She shook her head slowly.“No, it was three years ago, I was just 16. With each.