<div align="center"><em> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”It’s straightforward Peter.  <br/><br/>She’s dosed again.  Tucked away in a rail sidecar.  From there to a standard load.  <br/><br/>On to Tarnow.  <br/>That’s where we retrieve Jaclyn.  Simple and straightforward.”—Ari</span></em> <br/><br/>________________<br/><br/> <br/>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/07ed/91j49j2xujisv8a6g.jpg)<br/><br/>________________<br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft"> (https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/441a/hugwjkcdvebx65f6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center">__<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Andre</span></strong></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">This is where you go to get what you want.  Simple.  I had not dared go to this place, but now I am instructed.  Somehow I find the right one, the girl.  She seems tired, but willing(?).  I have been told to follow instructions.  Not to take advantage.  What do I do if she offers?  I know that is not taking advantage.<br/><br/>As she moves to entice me, I smile awkwardly, wait and then plunge the syringe in.  <br/><br/>. . . After some time, I lead her out of the building, take her to the resting spot—the rail car.  I have done as instructed.  I do not know what is next for her.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span><div align="center">________________<br/><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">THE WARCAOF TRAIN TO TARNOW</span></strong><br/> <br/>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/8ec3/9v5ccll54njcoip6g.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I know Tarnow, or at least of it.  It’s where our classmate lives and travels from.  It will be good to see him.  It will be better to see Jaclyn—the feline with nine lives.<br/><br/>I will never understand how Ari stays so un-involved.  He’s reading an article on, what?  I look—chess!<br/><br/>I rub my hands.  <strong>“The train is cold.  You’d think they’d have more heat or at least heat.”</strong>  Ari nods at that.  <strong>“Tarnow.  Jaclyn will be there.”</strong>  Ari nods again.<br/><br/>I feel on edge.  I check my phone.  I’ve called Nasty’s house several times.  Each time, ‘no, she’s not available’—so where is she?<br/></span>