"I'll be there with the parcel..." JS indicated 3 with his fingers. "In three hours. It depends on the traffic." H34 said. Lee noticed that JS's smile had become wolfish, amused by something known only to him. After the phone call, JS put a pair of earphones with blaring music on the killer's ears and covered his head with a sack. Then he walked to the fire escape. "Where are you going?" Lee asked worriedly. "Your friend here doesn't know how long he slept and hasn't the slightest idea of where we are." JS chuckled. "This fleabag motel is ten minutes away from the orcs' den, so I have time enough to do a recon." "Look, you saved again my life ..." Lee said. "Old habits die hard." JS grinned. "I'd like to help you. For Eve!" "OK, I've a role for you in my plans." JS replied, stepping over the window. "Really? What should I do?" "Play the decoy." JS smiled and vanished. Few minutes later, H34 began to squirm in his chair. He went on for at least five good minutes, then blurted out: "You'll keep your promise, right, Sea. If I help you, I mean." Lee said nothing. After a while H34 began whining, demanding assurances, until Lee was so pissed off that lowered the earphones' volume and snorted: "Usually, he keeps it, although sometimes many would prefer he did not." "What do you mean with that? Everyone says he is an honourable man." H34 whimpered shaking his head to take off the sack. "This is the problem: sure, he is an honourable man," Lee quipped. "Keep your part of the contract and he’ll keep his. Now shut up and stay put." "Where did he go? Is he here? Sea, are you here?" No answer came. Within minutes JS reached the old steam plant serving as the orcs' HQ. None of the occupants had the thought-blocker device. Apparently no one knew he was a telepath. JS smiled, this was a valuable asset. But there was another mind inside besides the orcs' ... "A Gray!" Climbing like a cat JS reached one of the large windows and peered inside. "Idiots!" the professional in him thought: they were having a party. Inside the orcs were in full playtime. Having three hours of waiting before the arrival of their prey, they had decided to spend their time with the services of a stripper. The woman was a cicada. She had a short time left and was there because the orcs' promise to put in a good word for her with their boss, the Gray. JS wondered how anyone in his/her right mind would believe the word of an orc, it was a mystery. The woman was dancing while one of the orcs was strumming a tune. The others were cheering the performance shooting, bellowing, drooling and jerking. JS focused on the Gray. His presence there confirmed JS's worst suspicions: now he knew for certain that behind Eve's kidnapping there were the Grays and Eros Flaw. He had hoped it was just 3TC's backlash, but this was something much more serious and dangerous. He had to interrogate the Gray and counterattack soon, very soon. "So G-2348 is your name, bastard!" JS thought. "They have to be desperate to send here someone halfway in the Grays' kissing ass ladder! A marquis, someone like you never leaves the Gray Sector." JS was one of the few to know the Gray aristocracy numbered 4032 individuals whose importance was expressed by the name: the higher the number the less important the person. JS quickly moved away from his position to lay booby-traps in every secondary exits. Now only the main door was a possible escape for the occupants. "I could take this woman to the Body Bank." the Grey thought and JS saw his car waiting on the roof and a merc walking back and forth. In a flash JS reached the roof. As the man came near the chimney, JS grabbed him by the belt and slammed his head against the steely structure. Then he plunged his knife neatly into his back going directly for the heart. Done that, JS put a rope trap on the roof-door. "I'll get you, fucking Gray rabbit!" --- Thanks!