Catt's blood was still pounding in her ears from the altercation. She had reached the sign marking the kitchen complex of the Outer Bakak Fine Meats And Sausages Company.  She stood for a moment to calm herself and to survey her surroundings. The complex was dominated by one colossal smoke-blackened tent as high as a three story building. Catt could see the skeletal shapes of inner support beams as the gentle breeze caught the tent's canvas like it was the sail of a battleship. She could see distort...