The much Charly liked, what he saw below the table, for he had strong faible for latex underwear, the more shocked him, the massacre above. Actually he had invited Trunkie (he called her that, but in mind only) to his home for dinner, with not so gentlemen like plans for the rest of the evening. But seeing...even worse..hearing Trunkie do her pasta , really turned him off. She had told him her name was Ren-Ate, which was andromedan for "fast slurper" and now he knew why. So it would be buisness only, at least today. His report was a short one. He had found out, that the DPD didnt have much. Most of the times they even didnt find the remains of the lost men, the fiew times they did, there wasnt much left over, to investigate. They had found some traces of radioactivity, an isotope of Plutonium, that was not yet known, but that was all they could go on. Ren-Ate slurped up, the rest of her pasta, thanked Charly for the fine food and his report, leaving , quite pleased. Very mysterious, Charly thought, maybe he should expand his own investigations, even though he had order not to do so. This was developing to become buisness for Charly Chan-Go, the black knight of Dystopia. Enjoy Dj Grin...Renate, by the way, was the name of an ex-girl of mine. She left me as i told her, her eating manners where those of a Romanian Wastetruckdriver ......looooooooooooooool.