Torture wouldsurely make the weakling tell them where the fugitive slave was beingheld. They thought she might be in the apartment, kept secluded by h...erMaster but she might be elsewhere. Her Master, one of the Caste of MetalWorkers had some sort of workshop nearby, an ideal place to keep a girlcaged and secure..."No, it is not necessary. Yet. We will continue to observe for themoment." He glanced out the car window at the building opposite. Theyhad taken a short lease on a second-storey office. "Did you find a way to reversethis?" Not yet," I answered. "The store is out of stock until next week. Itseems there is a market for real magic." Well, it's okay." Maria smiled. "I had a decent time today." I'm glad to hear that," I smiled back. "It's only for another coupledays." Don't worry about me, Greg. I'm a hot girl now and I've got men eatingout of the palm of my hand." she laughed."What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely curious."Well, I mean..." Maria started before clearing her. Eli also reminded her not to worry about daddy walking in on them because he overheard him saying that it was ok and he will put a sticky note on the refrigerator door to tell the family; not to wait for him at dinner. By now his eyes were piercing through her in extreme lust and hankering while his mouth was wide open and almost drooled thinking of absolute rubbish desires.Of course Samantha was embarrassed to death when she asked him not to look at her like that but Eli had not an iota of. "Don't touch or move until communication is complete."With that the PC quickly oriented itself using WestHem GPS data. It then sent an outbound signal to a military laser reception dish atop Mount TrueWest, the laser a tight, undetectable half-millimeter in width. It struck the dish only six centimeters off center and sent the hail into the WestHem military system, utilizing a side band that Martian intelligence had long since installed for their own use. The signal was transmitted via fiber.