“Um, sir?” a male drider asked as the group walked along. “Did we do something wrong?”

Clark shook his head. “Nah, don’t worry son. You’re not in trouble,” he reassured him. “I’ll explain when we’re done.”

The other member of the troupe, a female Hiveling with a figure like a supermodel, brushed her long black hair out of her face. “Well, I hope we finish soon,” she said, arrogance in her voice. “I have an appoitment with my boyfriend in an hour.”

Dear gosh I wanna punch her, Cassidy thought. She probably woud have if not for Clark’s announcement;

“We’re here, troops.”