Seattle asked nervously when Julus wiped away a tear as his laughs started to die down. “Oh yes. I just realized I couldn’t wait to see your reactions, and that they would be amusing, which I found amusing it seems.” He waved his hand, signaling he was fine and then sighed to dispel the last of the laughs. “You’ve got a lot more than a vehicle and some weapons.” Julus glanced at me and clucked his tongue. “You must be something, Chicago. I’ve never seen Director Fabian exceed a deal like this. Yes, he’s fair, and when one party gives more than promised, so will he.” “You’re saying Chicago gave more than promised?” Boston surmised and glanced at me. “What did you give?” “I don’t kiss and tell,” I growled, pissed off we were even discussing this. “His blood was the best I’ve ever tasted for one,” Eric praised. “And I can’t remember ever having a lover so responsive and open. Both are practically addictive. So it’s not just he carried out the deal, he was exceptional in all ways.
