He slapped a bubble light on the roof and we took off."Why the hokey accent and being an asshole?" I asked."The accent was to make everyone disregard ...me as in inbred defective that wasn't a threat. The asshole is natural," he added with a grin. "Ask anyone that works with the Rangers. I called in the shooting back there and told them officers were in pursuit of kidnapping suspects. I was watching when it all went to shit and came in as fast as I could." You were watching? Shit. Well, maybe that. A lot of women envied her features. She had curvy round hips which were enough to seduce even the men of high morals. Her huge rounded breasts with dark erect nipples always appeared to be teasing through the thin blouse that she wore most of the time. All in all, her slutty figure was enough to get a manhood hard. But all this did not seem to have any noticeable effect on her own husband. Her husband somehow always found alcohol more luring than Tamanna. And it was very reasonable that even. “Major Dole”, a tinny voice said at the other end of the line.“Hello Bobby. It’s Shaun”, he said into the receiver.There was a pause at the other end of the line then, “Shaun, you old sod, it’s great to hear you again”, the voice rushed on excitedly, “Are you in Paris?”Shaun smiled at the reception, “No, I’m in London, but hope to get over there tomorrow if I can find a hotel”.“Bollocks to a hotel! You’ll stay with me. I have a flat with plenty of room. Got a pencil? I’ll give you the. ..” Mike’s train of thought derailed when another boom shook the house.“Wait. I’ve got it!” Beth touched Tink on the shoulder. “I need a pen and paper, quick!” Tink disappeared, then quickly returned. Beth drew a rough map of the yard and quickly explained her plan.“That’s absolutely insane,” Mike said. “It puts everyone here at risk, including yourself, and has a very low chance of succeeding.” A grin spread across his face. “And I think it will work.”Beth beamed, and they huddled up, speaking.