![]() With the weight of his wallet and keys in his pockets, Brian’s pants dropped to the floor. Unbuckling his belt, Brian unhooked his slacks and pulled down the zipper. Well, he had to agree that this was an emergency! Unless the Japanese self-defense. Remember the 'old man' yelling his head off. ![]() Still, he supposed it wasn't every day you are woken from a sound sleep to find yourself almost in the middle of world war three! He further ventured, that a situation so grave might require the presence of an experienced diplomat, only to be curtly reminded this was his division as the Jurian liaison and thusly his problem!"I'd like to see him drag his wrinkled ass out here!" Hero fumed aloud. Fortunately, it was still too cold for fungus and mole to sprout, 'thank god!' He so hated to be out in the open! A million smells and odors to assail his refined senses from every conceivable direction, damn this trip to hell! However, the minister of the interior had insisted."At three god-damn o'clock in the morning mind you!" Hero privately swore as he continued his progress. ![]() At least that's how he always thought it worked.
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