We turned into a dark side street. He gripped my arm tightly and I knew it was only a matter of time until he jumped me but I was now so tired and dru...k I couldn't feel scared. I simply wanted to get it over with. We passed an alley and he pushed me inside. I fell to the ground and he dragged me by my hair into the darkness. I didn't scream, simply let myself get dragged along until we reached the end of the alley way. He jumped on top of me, cobblestones digging painfully into my back as he. The Sentinel’s chief of staff had given him a choice of three vacant work stations – one shared with a sweaty-faced fat guy, another had both positions vacant and the third would be shared with a young woman with a great pair but what caught Harry’s eye was her hair – the blackest hair he could recall ever seeing and cascading down in waves. The boobs might be implants but the hair color real – it was too shiny to be dyed, he reckoned. ‘Uh-ha – bad choice. She’s the chairman’s daughter who. We dressed and started walking toward our shared room. Neither of us had a car. As we were walking along a cargo van passed us and pulled to the curb maybe 40 feet in front of us. Neither of us paid it any heed. The van was familiar to us and had a local florist's insignia on the side panel. As we walked past the van, the side door slid open and four men hopped out. They grabbed us and at knifepoint forced us into the van. We kicked and screamed and were quickly gagged.Our hands were cuffed. One man's arm was a ragged mess and the other had taken much of the blast in his chest and throat. He stopped kicking while we watched and I decided."Go on," I said to the remaining Redcoat. "I don't want a prisoner. Start walking south." What about him?" he said, pointing at the man holding his bleeding arm and sobbing. Blood poured from his wounds."He's dead," I said, and I tore the wounded man's throat out with my bayonet and then poked the survivor with the dripping blade."Yes, all right,".