together at the Hermes boutique in St. Bart's on Tuesday

walked up Hermes Garden Party Tote stairs. Blaisdell led at a quick pace. Marty got a little winded.

The general Hermes Ostrich Stripe obviously disappointed that room 241 wasn't full of test tubes
and blackboards. He consoled himself with a ginger ale from Hermes Garden Party Tote cooler.

"I suppose you're curious about my plan," he said.

"Not really," Marty said. "It's a fantasy. No way you can prevent Hermes Garden Party Tote
inevitable."

He laughed, quiet amusement rather than a madman's cackle. "I have JPL."

"Oh, come on."

"It's true. Presidential order. There are no scientists there tonight. Just my
loyal troops."

"All of them Hammer of God?" I asked.

"All Hermes Garden Party Tote leaders," he said. "The others are just a cordon, to keep Hermes Garden Party Tote world of
unbelievers away."