<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f1f2/r6w4mnzyotqfgwk6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"> Danai</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><br/>Airport urchins have been hired and they run for the characters they have pictures of.  3 for ‘Silk’, 3 for Ari, and 4 for the larger Warcaof.  They shout in German <strong>“Geld wollen wir, wir wollen!”</strong>  They know their craft.  One is on the leg, another is grabbing hands and the other is searching pockets for money.  <br/><br/>For every dollar they collect, I’ve promised 5.  That will be frenzied and I will swoop to the quarry.<br/><br/>I scurry to Vajayjay who seems to be ‘looking’, sensing.  I grab her wrist and twist.  At the same moment, I draw a stiletto to her throat.  “Let’s go for a ride.  There’s a bounty on you.”  I twist her arm sharply and press firmly against her carotid.   <br/></span>