I guess you could suppose that I have cloaking devices on the brain, whatever the heck that means to you. That little encounter with the Zoner sparked a bushfire in the midst of my meditation cycle - my Delta sleep is down, nervous energy up like a hydrogen blimp. Currently shifting through the shi[linguistics unrecognised] in every file I can get to on the subject... damn, I wish we'd just killed that fr[linguistics unrecognised] Zoner...
Will be working on this lil' peeve of mine and seeing if I can make a mountain out of it, or not. It might be nothing, though. Might.
Will stay in touch - you know where to find me.
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's outlawed trade unions, determined to take the underworld for themselves.)