It was then that I decided to work alone. I moved towards the nearest pair of girls and leaned against the bar making it obvious that I was watching t...em. One looked up at me and I smiled, she looked away. Her friend looked, and then looked away. I moved to their table and asked them what their names were. They were telling me something but I couldn't make it out. I asked where they were from and in broken English was told to go away. Moments later they stood up and headed for the dancefloor,. “Anna, the man I killed yesterday wasn’t the first man I’ve killed. I don’t like killing people, and I usually go out of my way to avoid it; but, as you heard last night, when someone picks up a weapon and tries to use it on me - or someone who is important to me - the only response I can give them is to kill them first. If I’d killed that man by accident; then yes, I would feel bad about it. But the fact is he was doing everything in his power to kill me. I have no regrets about killing him.. God knows how many hours I had lain in bed just staring at it. I knew, in my heart, it was not a matter of where she was but when."C'mon, asshole," I muttered to myself, "Just do the damned job and go home."In the distance, there was the first rumble of thunder.*"Fuck." muttered my co-worker.Yeah. Absolutely."Looks like fifteen, twenty-three, and thirty are down. All the rest are showing juice in the green with thirty-six under strain and blinking," sighed Mitch as he checked the main switch. " Very good, Garth," answered Rosie."Everyone keep an eye out for the Rascal."Garth eased the controls forward, made his way around to the sunward side of the junk-ball and quickly matched speed with it. Now, they were traveling on a parallel course while it spun around. Newton's laws of mass and gravity seemed to be working perfectly with this object as pieces of everything imaginable seemed to be a part of it and the larger it became the more junk seemed to attach itself.Jody pointed and.