Kijani didn't have the heart or the nerve to tell Ben that he should have gotten that in writing. There would be more time for that later, when none of them were dead. She rose and smoothed her suit before heading out the door. The sight of the limo made her smile a bit. They were going to battle in style. She removed her sword from around her back, and slid into the car, calmly resting it across her lap. Leaning against the soft, plush seat, she relaxed and wished, briefly, that she had a cold drink.