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There was a smiling couple on the screen. “Recognize them?” he asked. “I don’t have a name. It took awhile for my programs to locate them because they don’t have many images on the web– light or dark– but that’s her.” “Bonnie and Clyde,” I answered flatly. “I’m not sure if I ever knew their real first names, but their last name is Barrow.” I chuckled rather hollowly and said, “I was instrumental in getting Master and Mistress Barrow banned from The Society for refusing to honor safewords... among other things.” I looked again at the image on Boris’ phone and said, “I often referred to them Hardcore using the names of the infamous leaders of the Barrow gang from the 1920s because, like them, he was a sadist and she was a psycho.” “Probably not the correct medical diagnosis,” Boris asian said, “but close enough. And look at this.” He again held up his phone. This time the image was a closeup screen capture of what I had originally thought was the face of Agent Carter. “Notice anything about the Kollar?” he asked softly. “Son of a bitch!” I said angrily. “I should have caught that.” “It only appears in a couple of frames,” Boris said, “and you weren’t looking for it. That black dot is practically invisible unless you look really close.” “So Bonnie and Clyde are the Masters of the Kollar?” I said firmly. “And they have built version two of the Volkov Kollars,” Boris said. “Let’s just hope they don’t find someone who actually knows what they are doing and come up with Volkov Kollar version Three.” He stepped into the garage. “Now that you know who you’re looking for,” he said quietly, “I’ll get out of here before Big Brother gets too interested in me.” “I owe you,” I said as he hurried back to his car. “I will send you a bill,” he answered as he pulled his night vision goggles back into place and sped off into the night. I texted Tyrone a link to a YouTube video of Lester Flatt and Earl Skruggs singing “The Story of Bonnie and Clyde.” It was the theme song from a movie of the same name from the 1960s. Hopefully an fetish electronic sniffer wouldn’t understand the meaning of the link... and just as hopefully Tyrone would. I was about to call Lacy when a text came in on my personal phone. In all caps it said, “GO TO THE BEDROOM.” As I walked into the room, the now familiar voice from the Kollar said, “I think it’s time you wake up Officer Zucker... and don’t tell me you can’t. I would hate to kill her in her sleep before she has the chance to look deeply into your eyes.” I turned the lights on and said, “I’ll have to give her a stimulant.” As I walked around the bed, I japanese added, “It’s a nasal spray, so I have to stand above her to do it japan right.” It was a little tricky holding the little spray bottle and the four by six card with a written message on it at the same time. It was even trickier since I wasn’t sure how far up the camera on the Kollar could see and had to hold the card so the officer could see it, but hopefully the Kollar couldn’t. The message on the card said, “Kollar moved to dummy on your chest. You need to act like it is still on you. Can you do that?” This was when it happened. His hands roaming all over my stockings covered thighs and boots. She walked into the Terminal carrying her overnight bag of clothes, and was happy to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto, and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out to some exotic destination like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia. Looking it over I could only guess where we were. 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