<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30xhdmr.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Amanda</span></strong> <br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Dianne Devotee</span></strong> </div></div><br/><div class="floatright"> (http://i65.tinypic.com/m99b7k.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;"><em>Amanda:</em>  When Danai and I arrive, I assume shortly after Vjayjay, Vajayjay looks super prepared.  I comment, “You’re late.  Let’s go.” <br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em>  She does seem to have instincts with all this, but I’m not going to let her know that’s what I think.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>  I get into our car.  Each time it’s a different car.  But each time it has essential features.  Speed and agility.  Laptop enhancing.<br/><br/><em>Danai:</em>  We drive to our spot.  I open the laptop and confirm I’ve got control of the cameras and alarms.  I look at Amanda and nod.<br/><br/><em>Amanda:</em> “Okay Vajayjay.  We get to the roof.  I open the skylight.  It's you through the skylight and I lower you.”  And that’s what we do.  After getting to the roof, I open the skylight with a crowbar, drop the rope and indicate to Vajayjay she’s to slide down into the shop.  An earbud assures me that Danai is watching, just hearing her steady breathing. <br/></span>