 You… what? Seven stared, aghast. She was the first of them to speak, but not the only one. You can't do that! Eight blustered, accusingly. He slammed his fist down to the table, and then shook it, having hit harder than he had planned. This is a job for life! Tell him, Six! Six steepled his fingers and studied twelve over them. There was a remarkable similarity between the two men. While twelve was clearly the older of the two, Six didn't look that far behind. The angle of their noses, the tilt of their head, even the shape of the face, they could have been brothers. One would expect Six to even have the same bald spot the twelve proudly bore, if anyone could get Six to take off that damned cowboy hat.