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kill us. Price is neutralizing us." "It won't work. Those records could get us sainthood." "Forgetting the pictures of you naked?" "Don't give me that look! They were doctored!" "Hey, if you got it, flaunt it!" "I wish."

"Actually, there were even more of me, not nearly as kind, I'm afraid. Some of me and one of you.. uh.. together in .. in unconventional geometries. John got a kick out of them. Lucky for us we're boring people." Here certain realities were protective. Marcus and Shannon were not jet setters generating many accessible photos taken in varieties of lighting conditions and at all sorts of angles. It must have been a monumemtal effort to contort a bland Nurse of the Year image and a Surgeon Cuts Tape for New Children's Center newsphoto into multiple images of sexual impropriety. Mac was curious. Just how does a poet wheedle samples of such things clearly meant for very special targeted audiences? Does he ask for a cigarette light and, by the way, got a few forged photos of naked clinicians? Pick pocket? Disguise? How? What contrivance is required? Shannon just shrugged. The important detail was that this poet expresses anger with an axe. It was that freedom of expression which precipitated this more aggressive offense from Amerimed - or whoever the hell they really were. But imagine the confusion of that powerful giant which went to sleep feeling untouchable but awoke to find its dick cut off. When its main operative suddenly turned up not only dead but beheaded? What possibilities did AmeriMed consider? Was it related? Unrelated? How does one react when important information just isn't there? Could a children's doctor or nurse actually do this? Was there some other adversary? But who?