<strong>Susan Cochrane<br/>In the staff kitchen<br/>Scanning the mansion grounds from a window <br/></strong><br/>Susan was standing beside the window, not showing herself to the outside.  Guards were responding to the disturbance in the bushes.<br/><br/>One of the clowns... the semi-catwoman outfit, the fishnet hose, showing lots of thigh.  Very nice  thighs, now that she thought about it.  Something about them tickled her memory, but she couldn't place it.<br/><br/><br/>No time for that now.  hHr foot swept out slightly, pulled her messenger bag close.  It wasn't the kit she would have preferred if things got serious, but much better than nothing.