Audra found the situation uncomfortable, but she was not going to let this
prevent her from doing her job. "We are hear to talk to you about some of
your
friends, Pony, and General A'amon."
The look on his face suddenly changed. It hardened. The impression that
this was not going to be a fun conversation prevaded the room.
"I don't know any Generals named A'amon. I am sorry, but I don't think that I
can help you." the semi wet man answered, almost friendly, but cool.
Grimes waved to one of the swat folks with him, who retrieved some cloths
from the bedroom.
"Here put these on. Perhaps with some cloths you will be a bit more
sociable and willing to talk openly. Commander if you could turn around, so
his dignity can be spared any laughter or snickering....." Grimes ended his
act of compassion with sarcasism...
Audra turned around. She was actually pleased to have Grimes in a bit of
clothing.
She sat waiting for indication that Pony was covered.
A moment or two later Grimes says, "I'd say that he is decent, but you
know better, Commander..."
"Why are you here, Commander Firehawk?" the wet Pony said as she turned
around.
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