[url=https://onedrive.live.com/redir?resid=1169903F0BD6A7E6!439&authkey=!AKFwct6se3jkvwk&ithint=file%2c.docx]Deal[/url] Part twenty of Nora Sinclair's story. By now y'all know the drill. [spoiler] The door opened to allow Dread to step through; he shook his head in annoyance and looked at us. I caught a glimpse of Silicon with bloody hands sighing over Rexford’s form as the door closed again. “Miss Jones I was not aware you were in the city,” “Well I don’t answer to you Mister Alexander.” He nodded in belittled agreement and took a seat beside me. “Where’s the rest of-“ “Mars.” I interrupted. “Nice name by the way, even if it is just phonetic for ‘R’.” “They normally go by ‘Rook’ Nora.” Dread informed me with a slightly cross expression. “Rook?” I parroted. “In chess the rooks play ‘lane control’ you know, set them down and anything that crosses the line gets taken out,” Pavla made a pistol with her thumb and fore finger and pretended to fire it as she spoke. “That’s our job in a nutshell.” [/spoiler] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Nora-Artemis-Sinclair-1-10/en/Groups/Post?id=62061583&groupId=39972#referred-]All the others thus far.[/url]