"Well, we're not just that,"

   the well-manicured hand pointed to the word on a short list corresponding with "a map of damages" -- collateral damage.  

  "On his behalf," a lawyer-type said, "He's on a lot of medications." 

  The woman withdrew her hand from the map and put it into a coat pocket, "For what?" 

  The man looked at the General Superior.  "For illness.  Cancer I think." 

  She moved to in front of the man loosely telephone corded to a chair.  "Can you lift your arms?" The man did so weakly.  "To surrender?"  The other man translated the word.  He could not.  She tied a colored survey label onto the cord and made a knot.  "Ours may want the property back."