<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>A Descent into Hell</strong></span></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</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>… giggle at Ari … trustworthy he is … we arrive at a location in the red light district … before sunset so the lights aren’t yet red though the clients and patrons appear to be getting an early start … giggle …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, these look like du Monde’s people so good deep cover.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the stairway is ornate … I drag my roller up to the third floor and into the bar … very nice! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Grey Goose please, stirred not shaken. Neat with Bleu Cheese olives. Thank you!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we take seats out of range of the bartender overhearing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So a couple of things. First, I cold cocked the cop in my suite. I hope I didn’t kill her and she was breathing when I left yet out cold. Her purse is there in my suitcase.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… our drinks arrive … wait for the bartender to depart before continuing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I used a bar glass to knock her out. That’s in my suitcase too. My own phone is in my purse and powered off. In my suitcase are two burner phones. One I’ve used to contact a buddy in FAI and the other unused. I assume my office in New York will continue to operate without me as they’ve been trained to do so OI have no obligations to appear anywhere for any purpose though without my credit cards I’ve no way to pay for anything without surrendering my location. I’ve perhaps a thousand Euros in my purse for whatever we need those for.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sip of my drink …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So do we have a plan or are we working on a plan or are we hiding to see what the others plan? I’m the trustworthy little sister, okay?”</span></span><br/>