Her dress, however, was ruined, a torn pile of expensive rags. She held it up to show me."Who are you?" she said, after clearing her throat a couple o... times and spitting.I told her I was an American soldier, a Continental."These were beasts, animals," she said, gesturing at the bodies. "They killed John for no reason and let that boy, that bastard, have at me for sport." He won't hurt anybody else," I said as I helped her to her feet and handed her the coat of the man she had killed. She. We decided to meet on the following weekend. It was decided that these friends (Amit and Mahesh) would spend Saturday night with us. I returned home, that Saturday and prepared for the event. I fetched liquor and Reena arranged for snacks and food. Amit and Mahesh arrived at our apartment in the night. The arrangement for drinks was ready in the drawing room. I asked them to change into some comfortable attire. They had come with overnighter. They went inside out bedroom and changed into shorts. I looked at the the two men who held our fates in their hands, theportly middle-aged policeman and the trembling young cafe owner, tryingdesperately to think of a way out of our situation. If there was one, Icouldn't see it."That's a luger, military issue," observed Captain Wendt. "Where didyou get it, Franz?" Albrecht Grost gave it me," said Franz, never taking his eyes offBenton and me."The head of the Gestapo for this area?" said Wendt, raising hiseyebrows. "So you're working for him?" Yes,. "It was an observation, TJ, not a criticism in any way; I would have done exactly ... emphasis on exactly ... the same thing. That squadron was turning for a missile broadside. It had to be taken out, stat."TJ looked back at Clare for a moment, visibly relaxed, and"Thank you Ma'am. Crew is closed up for action stations, our main armament is hot, triple shield is deployed, the frames are all primed, the HACs are searching for survivors, still in Dune except for Pigeon Three whose Dune failed. We.