On through the uncanny, distorted lavascape cautiously we fared under a cloud-rifted sky, and finally left the horses in a small corral of quarried lava, thence proceeding afoot to the House of Fire.

Annuities are being routinely mis-sold to unsuspecting clients.

That disguise is a dead giveaway! Choose something less obvious.

Suddenly, one of the cadre appeared from out of the darkness. Hello, soldier, he said. "Do you have a light?” “Sure,” Jack replied, digging into his pocket for a book of matches. “Soldier! You are dead!” exclaimed the cadre. Jack had failed to challenge the infiltrator. The password was “Bronx”, the counter password was “Bombers”.