Tank POV
It feels and smells like I am in a family restaurant; the table setting is the best: China and silver cutlery, all polished and shiny. Fixer had folded a napkin around the utensils, making them look pretty. Glasses for drinks sparkling in the light, even put a vase of flowers in the center, to add some color, it was perfect. We all dug in, and Fixer made sure the bodyguards knew they were family and to dig in, too. Their surprised faces made me smile as they looked between Fixer and Uncle Simon, seeking their boss's approval. Uncle Simon gave Fixer a smile of appreciation. She didn't stand on ceremony here; you sit at her table, you eat, everyone is equal.
Prez started the room talking. Hearing that Barry was becoming jumpy was good news; his actions showed he had been up to no
