<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><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I review the parameters.  Electronic surveillance to be dummied (either looped or disarmed); no need for any security container to be opened by our tech XYZ (safe of any nature, file drawers—no need).  Schematic of each room including du Monde’s (Jaclyn’s room).  Heat sensor reports (numbers in the house and where, in particular the she-wolves Danai and Amanda).<br/><br/>Two steps: 1) make a deposit (hee-hee).  2) make a withdrawal, Jaclyn.<br/><br/>Ari and I approach the house.  Unless there’s a watchman/men/person/people rather than camera we’re fine.  We’re fine: I get to the door, pick the lock and enter.  I turn to Ari (he nods, I nod).<br/><br/>I move away from logic.  Placement will make no sense whatsoever.  I take a small envelope and set it in place.  Ari pats my shoulder.  We’re fine.  Step one accomplished.<br/><br/>I’ve memorized the floor plan.  I look at Ari and point.  He nods.  No one is astir.  We approach the lair of our opponent.  I hear nothing of torture, but I do hear moans, moans from more than one.  (The cook said it’s nearly incessant).  I pause.  I can hear Ari breathing.<br/><br/><em>We will enter.  We will be quick.  Du Monde will react quickly.  We will stop her actions.  Jaclyn will leave.  That is how it will go.</em><br/><br/>I place my hand on the doorknob.  I set in my mind’s eye what will be on the other side of the door.<br/><br/>I turn the knob, crack the door open.  It’s dark.  Some slight moonlight streams in through the window.  I see two women in some embrace.  I crack open a ‘sparkler’:  3 seconds and a large firecracker erupts <strong>“Police!!!!  No movements!”</strong> <br/><br/>Ari moves to a corner somewhere silently, stealthily.  I get close enough to see one (du Monde) wearing a dildo and Jaclyn.  I reach for Jaclyn, <strong>“Rosendahl.  It’ over.  Come!”</strong><br/><br/>Two steps for the plan.  Second step underway.  I pull at Jaclyn’s arm.  Uncertainty, resistance(?)  What!?!<br/></span>