<div class="floatleft">(http://i63.tinypic.com/2eqf9j4.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong><br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div></div></div>I rather like this.  I sip on coffee, listening in on the interview from my room.  Jaclyn does a very straightforward interview.  Straightforward question seeking straightforward answers.  The interviewee sounds high pitched and as she continues even reaches a higher pitch.  The visual’s importance is now illustrated, me thinking, not knowing, that perhaps her physical presentation is impressive.  But no, apparently not, Jaclyn calls the interview to a close.  No surprise there.  The<em>don’t call us, we’ll call you</em>follows.  A shame, but there’s no getting around only one will get the job.  I hope Corinne has lined up better candidates than this first one.<br/><br/><em>Egad!</em>I hear quite distinctly a threat.  Knife in play!  My cup clatters to the table and I’m out of my room, not even stopping for my jacket.  It takes a moment to get my bearings.  I turn left and see two, a man and a woman, sitting outside Jaclyn’s room.<br/><br/>I race to the door.  I look at the two.<em>“A woman with a knife.  Inside!”</em>The man raises his eyebrows in shock, shakes his head and hurries away.<br/><br/>The woman’s eyes dart down the corridor both ways.<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div>“I am Jekesai.  Lupita was the first.  I fear she is unhinged.”<br/><br/>I nod at that.<strong>“Stay back.  I’ll go in, negotiate, look for an opportunity.  The other woman—Jaclyn, she’s skilled, but . . . ”</strong>My voice trails off.  Jaclyn won’t be foolish.<br/><br/>I slowly open the door.  Jaclyn is coiled, nodding, trying to look agreeable.<strong>“Lupita is it?  . . . I’m Peter.  I would like you to turn the knife over to me.”</strong>Then I notice Jekesai, at my back, hiding behind me.  I take small steps, tiny steps.  Each time Jekesai follows.  Something must be planned.  Are Jekesai and I improvising as this goes on?<br/><br/>I get close, but Lupita gestures with the knife to stay back.  I feel a nudge on my left shoulder—Jekesai.  My head turns to the left, looking.  Lupita looks to her right in the same direction.  Jekesai spins in a circle in the opposite direction, right, around me and the small woman has Lupita’s arm and then the knife.  An electric flash could not have been quicker.<br/><br/>I react, snatch Jaclyn away and wrap her in my arms, blanketing her from any knife attack.  I think—how many knives?  Where?<br/><br/>I look at the two as they face each other.  Lupita is crazed.  She’s now without the knife and the two are circling each other.  Jeksai is coiled, ready, “Leave Lupita!”  Lupita shakes her head, looking at Jaclyn to . . . what?<br/><br/>The next instant Lupita is through the door.  Jekesai springs toward the door.<strong>“Let her go!”</strong>I shout.  Jekesai returns, looking at Jaclyn in my arms.  “Are you okay Miss?”<br/>