"That does sound like a very smart bird. Anyone I know? Cheers, Mechelle."<br/><br/>I sigh at the pressure on my shoulders, and clink glasses.<br/><br/>"It does? Oh good, look on my works and despair! Yield away, or I'll have to do it, and I've only just arrived."<br/><br/>I frown a little.<br/><br/>"I've been a little busy, a wedding or two to swan around at, beauties to swoon at, the usual really. Hmm, let's see, got blown up a bit and deafened, not hurt, clothes ruined; watched you follow her out onto a roof, into a helicopter and away, a fugitive from the law. The helicopter was quite cool, mind, marred a little by your being enthralled by a maniac criminal mistressmind. That was the last I remember really of the place. I've not seen Mackenzie since then either. Are you still wanted, by the way? Is there a reward?"<br/><br/>I try to keep a straight face at the idea of trading her in. I think she'd look okay in orange.<br/>