They were out ofsight of the rest area parking lot.They walked around for a few minutes, stretching their legs, then took turnsrelieving themselves in...the bushes. They drank more water and brushed theirteeth without toothpaste--neither had thought to get some--then they climbedback into the truck and eyed the mountain of gear in the back doubtfully."Shit. There's really nowhere to lie down, is there?" Nikki commented."Outside?" suggested David."I don't know," she replied doubtfully, "I really. Racial profiling, that’s what it was. I walked out of the store with my backpack on and my head held high. I wasn’t going to allow these people to disrespect me. Not after my many accomplishments. Not after all I’ve done and all that I am. I know I was better than this. And I deserved better than the shabby treatment I received at that store. I haven’t been anywhere near this store since. Black men and black women from all over the place have had similar experiences in bookstores, grocery. The range was not more than twenty yards, Dan wascompletely unaware of my presence and I had a clear shot. The tip of myindex finger pushed the selector switch from Safe to Semi and then foundthe trigger, feeling it and resting on it lightly. I wouldn't miss; Icouldn't miss. My mind was overflowing with wrath, but not of theexplosive, uncontrollable kind. Mine was icy cold and it followed itsown unyielding logic. Dan was a danger to me, my loved ones and theentire Universe. He was the one who. Jeremy Lister, sir." Good morning, Lieutenant," I answered. "I'm Major Mark O'Connell, your new Commander. With me are Captain Seamus O'Connell, my Second-in-Command, and Senior Lieutenants Wolfgang O'Connell and Gerald O'Connell. How are things going here?" I finished."Three of the new men have reported in addition to two Officers. I sent the Lieutenants to check on the status of the others," he told me."Excellent! Thank you," I told him before adding, "I need two men to drive wagons. Are any.