<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">When:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Rendition Day 1 afternoon</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Where:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Vienna, leaving a warehouse near the railroad.</span></td></tr><tr><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Who:</span></td><td><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Jaclyn and Sebastian Erdman and others.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong> Jaclyn Rosendahl </strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><del>Courtesan Vajayjay</del></span><br/><del>Her Mistress’ Thief</del><br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… with the van under control and on the side street, I push the accelerator and get decent response heading for the standard Stop sign. Not much traffic. Slow enough and turn the way we came to the right, and accelerate … a circle with a number … speed limit? … and in kilometers … 10 over that and rolling … bouncing over railroad tracks and traffic signals ahead … currently red … slow and roll to a stop … changes to green and turn left … have to find the hotel where we were at … back up over 30 and the engine quits … get it into neutral and coast to the side of the road … try the ignition and nothing … like the electric was turned off … put it in park … briefcase … slide my arms into the too large jacket and button the sport coat … around to the passenger side and get the briefcase … oof, heavy! … and set out down the sidewalk … heels clicking … lots of junk on the sidewalk so can’t take my stilettos off … cars and trucks whizzing by both directions … I wonder … why did the van shut off? … ran perfect, no warning … someone turned it off remotely? … hmm … turn down a side street and walk the short block to the next street paralleling the way we came … stay in the shadows … expect someone looking for me and I want to assess before they see me … kinda difficult given the whole presentation but it can’t be helped … </em></span></span><br/>