Yuzu gasped in embarrassment and pushed her skirt down as the guys laughed at her. I was red with anger. I dropped my books and hit the guy in the nos... as hard as I could. He fell back into the locker, blood pouring out of his broken nose as he tried to cover it up. The other guy looked at me and I stared back and held my ground, then he helped the guy up and walked him to the bathroom all the while getting laughed at by everyone they passed. I picked up my books and looked at Yuzu, who was. " I don't suppose I get a choice," I grumbled back to the disembodied voice."Sure you do. Just like you can not take my advice about the lotto, or the keno numbers. The one thing I really don't want you to refuse is to take out the terrorists." As soon as we have enough info to do something. Any more intel on that?" I forget what I've told you so far. My memory - or more rightly the memory you've loaned me - isn't that good. What I know is: it's gonna happen in Florida, Memorial Day weekend,. Many were freshly deployed MPG troops on occupation duties. If they were near a screen they watched it, if they weren't near a screen, they watched their PCs instead.When the speech began there was no fanfare beforehand, no commentary by reporters, no speculation as to what was to be said, no spurt of advertising commercials. The image simply blinked on, showing Laura Whiting sitting at her desk dressed in her normal garb, a dark blue T-shirt. Her graying hair was styled but not perfect, her. The scale of the courtyard always struck Valerie, whenever she thought of the word sanctuary, she thought of this spot, surrounded by the high walls, the time worn pavers placed over a millennia ago beneath her feet, she could not think of a safer place. Parking her charcoal gray VXR8, Valerie stepped out into the late afternoon sun, stretching the kinks from her body after the drive. ‘Valerie my dear,’ Ian said from the door. Smiling, Valerie walked up the flagstone stairs and embraced her.