Much more than flesh. Some holdout place in Janvert's intellect retained a concept of Hellstrom as threat. Mimeca had followed Janvert to the window stood now just behind him. "We really mean you no harm " she murmured. He nodded. Of course they meant him no harm. What a thought. Janvert put a hand in his jacket pocket felt the gun there. He recognized it. A gun was an unfriendly thing. "Why can't we be friends?" Mimeca asked. Tears began to flow from Janvert's eyes rolling slowly down his cheeks... read more
