<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;">Ari lets me take the lead into the bar.  Our mission is to rescue Jaclyn from any untoward circumstance and get her out of harm’s way—specifically du Monde.  <br/><br/>I see her with a woman dressed as some sort of tourist.  Do I recognize her or not?  I don’t know.  I assume she has been involved in this evolving fiasco on Jaclyn’s side.<br/><br/>From afar, across the room, I wave, <strong>“Jaclyn!”</strong>  I get to the table, pull out a chair.  *cough*  <strong>“Excuse me.  Warcaof.  Peter.”</strong>  I nod at the person.  <strong>“Jaclyn—status please!  From what I know this seems like a perfect setting for du Monde vengeance.  Have you made any arrangements?   That is priority . . . ONE!”</strong>   <br/></span>