 just had nothing to say to others who existed purely in Makr's world. But he had to get out. There was that need to be around others of his own kind.

The beautiful demon smiled at Harry's shadow.

_Right size and age,_ she thought. Although she couldn't be certain until she was closer to him, she thought she understood why her people were interested in him even at this distance. _He definitely doesn't stand out in a crowd, and, in the artificial darkness he stands out even less. That could be useful._ He blended so well that when she let her attention slip for a moment, she lost him and had to sift through the shadows again to find him.

Desiree was the consummate bait: She was Harry's fantasy type physically—young, attractive in form, yet, in certain lights either seductive or innocent. In a society that reveres anonymity and blandness for safety's sake, Harry epitomized the ordinary and average. Desiree was neither; she was striking in looks and alluring in her personality. She might be Harry's fantasy but never his match. This made him all the more ripe for what she has planned.

Harry had no idea he was about to be...not eaten...something worse: accosted. Accosted and taken.

Experience with similar missions had minimized her hesitation, although this prey was different from her usual scientist or doctor. He was an Insider with no useable Outside skills. The fact that he talked to Makr directly was troubling but not enough to deter her from her task. She had always appreciated a challenge.

"Hello," Desiree's whisper broke the silence and resonated loudly in a room where people never actually talked with one another.

She heard a gasp or two, and with her night vision contact lenses spied some heads moving to get a look. _This Insider even perspires more than the others_.

"Hello, I said," Desiree insisted. "I'm talking to you silly."

Harry flinched.

Gotcha!

"Yes, you!"

Silently, Harry turned stiffly in his chair, ever so slightly—only a few inches away from the voice, pretending not to hear, trying hard to be inconspicuous. Squinting in the darkness, he tried to see what he both feared and needed: Bio contact.

He
just had nothing to say to others who existed strictly in Makr's populace. But he had to get out. There be that indigence to be around others of his own kind. 

 The beautiful demon smiled at Harry's tail. 

 _ correct size and age, _ she think. Although she couldn't be certain until she was closer to him, she think she understood why her people were concerned in him even at this distance. _ He definitely doesn't stand out in a crowd, and, in the artificial darkness he stands out even less. That could be useful. _ He blended so well that when she permit her attention slip for a moment, she misplace him and had to sift through the shadows again to find him. 

 Desiree was the consummate bait: She was Harry's illusion type physically — youthful, attractive in form, yet, in certain light either seductive or innocent. In a society that reveres anonymity and blandness for safety's sake, Harry typify the average and median. Desiree was neither; she was striking in looks and alluring in her personality. She might be Harry's fantasy but never his match. This made him all the more ripe for what she has planned. 

 Harry have no idea he was about to be... not eaten... something worse: address. Accosted and taken. 

 Experience with similar mission had minimize her hesitation, although this prey was different from her common scientist or doctor. He was an Insider with no useable Outside skills. The fact that he talked to Makr directly was troubling but not enough to deter her from her task. She had always appreciated a challenge. 

 " Hello, " Desiree's rustle broke the secrecy and resonate loudly in a room where people never actually talked with one another. 

 She heard a gasp or two, and with her nox vision contact lenses spied some heads moving to get a look. _ This Insider even perspires more than the others _. 

 " Hello, I read, " Desiree insisted. " I'm talking to you silly. " 

 Harry flinched. 

 Gotcha! 

 " Yes, you! " 

 Silently, Harry turned rigidly in his chair, ever so slightly — entirely a few inches away from the voice, pretending not to hear, try hard to be inconspicuous. Squinting in the darkness, he tried to see what he both feared and needed: Bio contact. 

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"Nes, you!"

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just had nothing to say to others purely Makr's world. he had to need be around others his own kind. beautiful demon smiled at Harry's shadow. size and age,_ she thought. Although she couldn't be certain until she was to him, she thought she understood why her people were interested in him at distance. definitely stand out in a crowd, and, in the artificial darkness he stands out even less. That be useful._ He blended so well that when let her attention slip a moment, she lost him had sift through shadows to him. Desiree was consummate bait: She was Harry's fantasy type physically—young, attractive in form, yet, in certain lights either seductive innocent. In that reveres and for sake, Harry epitomized and average. Desiree was neither; she looks and alluring in her personality. She might Harry's fantasy never his match. This made him the more ripe for what she has planned. had no idea he was about to be...not eaten...something worse: accosted. Accosted and taken. Experience missions had minimized her although this prey different her scientist doctor. He an Insider with no useable Outside skills. The fact that he to Makr directly was troubling but not enough to deter her She had always a challenge. "Hello," Desiree's broke silence and resonated loudly room people with another. heard a gasp or and with her night vision lenses spied some heads _This Insider even perspires more than the others_. I said," Desiree insisted. "I'm talking to silly." Harry flinched. Gotcha! "Yes, you!" Silently, Harry turned stiffly in his ever so few inches away from the voice, pretending not hear, trying hard to inconspicuous. Squinting in the darkness, he tried to see he feared and Bio contact. He
 just had nothing to say to otheRs who existEd purEly In MAkR's woRld. BUt he had to get ouT. therE was that need to be around OtherS oF His oWN kInd.

ThE beautiFUl DEMon SmIlEd aT HARrY's shaDow.

_right siZe and age,_ shE thOuGht. Although sHE cOuldn't be ceRtaIn until she waS clOser to HiM, shE ThougHt sHe undErstooD Why her People werE iNTerestED in him eVEN aT thiS distance. _He definiTElY Doesn't stand out In a croWd, ANd, IN The ArtIficial darKnEss he STands ouT EvEN LEss. tHat could be useFul._ He blendeD So wEll thaT wHen SHe let hEr attEnTIon Slip for a momEnt, sHe lost him And had TO sift thROugh the ShadowS agAin To fiND hIm.

desIrEE waS ThE coNSumMate bait: shE wAs HarRy's fANTASy tyPe pHysiCally—Young, attractiVe iN forM, Yet, In cerTain lIghtS eIther SeductIve or InNocent. In a societY thaT reveres aNonYmIty AnD blanDNess foR saFetY's sake, HArry epiTOmiZeD THE oRdinary and average. DEsIREe Was neithEr; she wAS sTrIKing in loOkS anD allURIng in Her pERsOnality. SHe mighT Be haRry's fanTaSy but nEvEr hIs mAtch. THIs maDe him aLl the morE ripe FOr what she has plANned.

Harry had nO IdEA He WAs abOut To be...not eateN...somEThinG worSE: aCcoSTed. AcCosteD aND tAKen.

Experience with siMiLar misSions Had minimized hEr hesitatiON, ALthough tHis pREy WAs different froM her uSual scientISt or doctOr. He wAs an InsiDer with no USEable OutSidE skIllS. ThE FAcT that he talked TO makr DiRectly wAs tRoublinG buT noT enOugH tO deter her From her tAsK. SHe HaD alWays aPPreciateD a ChaLlEngE.

"HellO," desireE's whiSper BrOkE The Silence ANd RESonaTeD lOudlY in A rOom whEre pEOplE never aCtually taLkeD With OnE aNother.

SHe heard a gasp oR tWo, and with hEr NigHt visiON Contact lEnses spied some heads moviNG to get a LooK. _This insiDer even peRspIres moRe tHAn the oThers_.

"HEllo, I SaId," DESIree iNSIsTed. "i'm Talking to yOU SilLy."

HarRy FlinChed.

GotCha!

"Yes, you!"

Silently, HARry Turned stiffly In hIs chAIR, eVer SO sLIghTlY—OnlY A Few inches away frOm the voice, PrETeNding not to HEar, TrYing harD to be inConspICuous. SqUinting in The darkneSs, He trIED to See what he bOth feareD and needeD: bio coNTaCt.

He
 just had nothing to say t o others w ho ex ist edpu rely  inMakr's world.B ut h e had to get out. Ther e was  t h at n e ed  to b e aroun d  o t h ers  o fhis  o w nkind. 

T he beau tiful demo n s mi led at Harry ' sshadow.

_ Rig ht size andage ,_ she  t hou g ht. A lth oughshe co u ldn'tbe certai nu ntil s h e was c l o se r to  him, she thought sh e  understood wh y herpe o pl e wer e i nterestedin  hime ven att hi s d ist a nce. _He defi nitely does n 'tstandou t i n  a cro wd, a nd ,  in  the artifi cial  darkness  he st a nds out even le ss. Th atcou ld b e  u se ful ._ Heb le nde d  so  well th at  w hen s he l e t h er a tte ntio n sli p for a momen t,shel ost  himand h ad t osiftthroug h the  s hadows again to  fin d him.

D esi re e w as  thec onsumm ate  ba it: She  was Ha r ry' sf a n ta sy type physically —y o u ng , attrac tive i n  f or m , yet, i ncer tain l ights  eit h er  seducti ve ori nn oc ent. In  a  socie ty  th atrever e s an onymit y and bl andne s s for safety's sake, Harry e p it o m iz e d th e o rdinary and  ave r age.  Des i re e w a s nei ther;  s h ew as striking in look sand al lurin g in her pers onality. S h e might be  Har r y' s  fantasy but n everhis match. This mad e him  all the  more rip e for what  sh e h aspla n n ed .

Harry hadn o  ide ahe wasabo ut to b e.. .no t e ate n. ..somethi ng worse :ac co st ed.  Acco s ted andta ken .
Ex perie n ce wit h sim ilar  m is s ion s had m i ni m i zedhe rhesi tat io n, al thou g h t his pre y was dif fer e nt f ro mher usu al scientistor  doctor. H ewas  an In s i der with  no useable Outside ski l ls. The  fa ct th at h e talkedtoMakr d ire c tly wa s trou bling  b utn o t eno u g htode ter her fr o m  he r tas k.  She  had al ways appreciated a cha llenge.

"Hel lo, " De s i re e's wh i spe rb rok e the silence and  resonated  l o ud ly in a ro o m w he re peop le neve r act u ally ta lked with  one anot he r.
S h e h eard a gas p or two , and wit h  hern ig ht vi sio n cont ac t l enses  spied som e hea ds mov in g to g et alo ok. _Thi s Insider even perspire s more  than  th e others_ .
" Hel lo, I sai d,"Desiree in sis ted . "I' m t a lking  toy ou  si l ly."
Har r y flinche d .
Go t c ha !

"Yes, yo u ! " 

S ilent ly, Harryturn ed stiffly in his chair, ever so  sli g h tly —on l y afe w inches awayfro mt h e voice,  p retending n ot to he ar ,  tryi ng har d to b e incon s p ic u ous. S quin tin g in thedar kn e ss, hetr ie d  to se e wh at  he bo th fea r ed a n d  needed: Bio con tact. He
 just_had nothing_to say to others_who existed_purely_in Makr's_world._But he had_to get out._There was that need_to be around_others_of his own kind.

The beautiful demon smiled at Harry's shadow.

_Right size and age,_ she_thought._Although she_couldn't_be_certain until she was closer_to him, she thought she_understood why_her people were interested in him even at_this_distance. _He definitely_doesn't stand out in a crowd, and, in the_artificial darkness he stands out even_less. That could_be_useful.__He blended so well_that when she let her attention_slip for a moment, she lost_him and had to sift through the_shadows again to find him.

Desiree was_the consummate bait: She was_Harry's fantasy_type physically—young, attractive in form,_yet, in certain_lights either_seductive or innocent._In a society that reveres anonymity_and blandness for_safety's sake, Harry epitomized the ordinary_and_average. Desiree was_neither;_she_was striking_in looks and_alluring_in her_personality._She might be Harry's fantasy but_never_his match. This made him all the_more ripe for what_she_has planned.

Harry had no_idea he was about to_be...not eaten...something worse: accosted. Accosted and_taken.

Experience with_similar missions_had minimized her hesitation, although this prey was different from her_usual scientist or doctor. He was_an Insider with no_useable Outside_skills._The fact that_he_talked to_Makr directly was troubling but not enough_to deter_her from her task. She had_always appreciated a challenge.

"Hello,"_Desiree's_whisper broke the silence and resonated_loudly in a room where people_never actually talked with one_another.

She_heard_a gasp or two, and_with her night vision contact lenses_spied some heads_moving to get a look. _This Insider_even_perspires more than the others_.

"Hello, I_said,"_Desiree insisted. "I'm talking to you_silly."

Harry_flinched.

Gotcha!

"Yes,_you!"

Silently, Harry turned stiffly in_his chair, ever so slightly—only a_few inches away from the voice, pretending not to_hear, trying hard_to be inconspicuous. Squinting in_the_darkness,_he tried to see what he both feared and needed:_Bio contact.

He