Damn trains, they're so fucked up." John took one last look at the screen displaying train times - all delayed - and turned back down the main road to...wards home. He glanced around at the empty roads; he'd never seen this neighbourhood so deserted, usually he came home at 'rush-hour' with everyone else. It was so quiet too. If he crept in the back door he could get to his room without being noticed, and maybe get a few more hours sleep before his moms realised he was back and got him up to do. It was finally decided two slightly understaffed and untrained crews were the best option; especially if the two boats sailed together.To facilitate this, Jerry Allen rigged up a small solar charging unit for the Amanda Dear and gave each boat two small walkie-talkies. With a range of five to ten miles, they should help the two ships from getting separated, as well as allow them to support each other if problems occurred. Weapons and ammunition were also brought on board. Those on the Amanda. Old woman’s clothes. I wouldn’t need the tattoos. I could do the wrinkles myself. The slump, the slight limp.“You sure?”“Very.”Callahan called me while I was back in DC. Packing up Mildred Hawkins.“I can go in hard or soft.”Jackson Greene.“Which do you recommend?”“I’d start with soft. Offer him some cash. A thou.”“Fine, I’ll be back in New York this evening.”Clint Callahan was very ... precise in handling money. I handed him an envelope with $1,000 for Jackson Greene. Clint carefully wrote out. " What kind of tragedy?" Just look!" She pointed behind her. Standing behind her was a beautiful young lady in a pink dress. She was smiling sweetly and holding a bouquet of wildflowers."She's kind of cute, but where's your friend?" That's Boris Badenov." Hokey Smoke! What happened to her... him... uh whatever?" Is long story. Let narrator tell it."Yes, well it seems Pottsylvanian scientists had developed a new type of ray gun which, when directed at a victim, changed his mind and body.