<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/antonio_magro_17ockmq-17ocktl.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Robin Thatcher<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Lady Windsors former room<br/><strong>With:</strong>Vivienne<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 5pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>taking a chance<br/><hr/><br/>Robin took a little step away from the loudly humming machine, it was interesting to watch it move, he only could surmise that it actually was used for, but the rod that was attached to it and the shape of the item attached to it left little to really wonder about.<br/><br/><strong>“Scotland Yard is investigating the distribution of a new drug and we traced it to Nicolas Shanks, the man that..had you..well..what you did. We are trying to find out who he gets it from and our investigation led us here, me here, but there is nothing here that shows the slightest evidence of even a laboratory.”</strong><br/><br/>Robin looked around the room a little as he looked to Vivienne again.<strong>“We thought about replacing someone with a double, or placing someone in the household, but it's not easy to replace a noble, so we settled on hired help.”</strong><br/><br/>He stopped talking, his finger toughing the vibrating shaft, then just as quickly removing it.<strong>“What on earth does this thing do?”</strong>