5 kids go by you in slow motion. Yet, not slow enough that the man's middle finger isn't telling you just how much he appreciates you.Your car is in t...at out of control skid. Your mind is telling you that it is all over. You even have time for every regret you've ever had to flash through your mind.All the while you wait for the big ending.Somehow that guiding hand has kicked your shadow in it's ass, and said shadow helps you maneuver the car in just the perfect way to avoid having your Pastor. A customs supervisor was called. I ended up in a picture shaking his hand for his personal scrapbook.We had barely cleared customs when the team from the embassy arrived to pick us up.Burton Walls and Larry Coons walked through the door just as we were picking up our bags. They stopped in their tracks.“Thad didn’t know who we were picking up, he just said we were picking up two VIPs. That was an understatement; the big bosses and the A team. Now I know someone is in trouble, let’s get you back. As I bent down I loitered and asked myself if this was really what I wanted to do, was I really this irate? Did I really want the total backlash that will come from what I intended? The knock of anger and want beat against any respectable feelings that tried to work its way into the deliberation. I removed the two pair of handcuffs from the bag and placed the keys in my worn blue jean pocket. I slackened my breathing and situated myself where I knew she wouldn’t be able to see me. Everything. ‘In any case, I’m going to read you your rights.’ said Cindy. ‘If you do, I won’t speak.’ said Willa. ‘I want to talk to you, privately, off the record. If you’re recording this, then turn it off, or let’s go somewhere else.’ ‘I can’t play that game.’ Cindy said. ‘But tell me, what do you want?’ ‘If I tell you everything, I want no charges against myself. I walk, as if I was never there.’ said Willa. ‘I’ll give you enough to get the real bastard, in exchange for full immunity.’ ‘I can’t do that.