Noel was positive that Mark knew nothing about it. A red chain – molten, burning – bound about my neck, led to him. desi xxx Good PR! “General Olmos and I will protect…”
His oily eyes bulged in surprise as I drew my service handgun – a Colt .45 with a nickle-plated grip that I had polished until it gleamed like silver – and placed it to the traitor’s forehead. Good PR! “It’s alright,” Mark whispered, wrapping his arms around me. “General Olmos,” Captain Brentmeyers saluted. Her hands ran all over my body. All the senators who were not under my power pulled earplugs out of their pockets and quickly put them into their ears. I limped back and peered at him and saw only a black aura.
