This is the plan thus far. We have night vision goggles and we will attack at night. Nothing in any of the Triple-A vehicles suggests they have the go...gles. We also have radios. We will set up two combat teams with the heavy, less portable weapons over here with Michael in charge. I will take the rest of you around to the back. We will check it out for sentries, which I expect and begin taking them out late this evening."Michael, your teams will start shooting based upon the first of two. After roaming around I finally came back to my seat and the train was about to leave when I saw that a girl of around 28 years of age came to the opposite seat and started arranging her luggage. I somehow tried to check her out and yes she looked nice in that jeans and loose top.Whiles bending down to adjust her luggage, I got a very nice clear view of her 34 size melons. Pretty clean, fair and round in a red cotton bra with white flowers on it.After sitting down she said bye to her family. " Josh, I'm here," I said. "I'm with you, buddy." Brian. Whitney. They jumped us when I took her home about four. I never even saw more than a shadow. They hit me with something and all I heard was Denise scream. That cop," he pointed over my shoulder, "he said she was dead. What am I going to do? She can't be dead. Please go tell them she can't be dead." Fuck! Josh was a mess. He had bandages on his head and one arm was in a cast. He winced with every breath he took and a stiff collar kept him. Then he laughed." Too much for Lidia she got up to run but was stopped when Jax grabbed her wrist. She tried to pull away but Jax held her firmly. He stood up and pulled her around into a hug. A big strong warm hug. Lidia tried to push him off but after a moment relented and began bawling in his arms. The others in the room were now watching in hushed voice at the commotion. Jax paid them no mind, this girl was hurt and he was not going to let that happen again. The waiter returned unsure what.