This was obviously the beginning of the end. More than anything, his heart was sad. His time with Jessie was drawing to a close. He felt bad for Kasey...and hoped that he would be enough family for her.His cell phone chirped, interrupting his thoughts. "Axe, it's me, Charlie." Hi Stix." Is Jessica okay?" How did you know about Jessie?" It's all over the news. Crystal's been on every fifteen minutes with your interview and Jessica's collapse. She's been speculating all kinds of things. Pregnancy,. The Navajo, Comanche, and, something we hadn’t seen much of the last two years, other Apache, had been very active this year starting shortly after we left and continuing until about a week before we returned.None of the raids ever penetrated far enough into the Estancia to threaten the village, ranch area, or Hacienda thanks to the Scout/Sniper teams, the observation/signal posts, and the Estancia’s signaling system.Most of the Apache and Navajo raiding parties were ten men or less, sometimes. She first began to remove my tank top, but it would go no further than the handcuffs. "I'm going to have to rip it to satisfy this psycho," she whispered."Go ahead," I replied. She managed to find a seam on the tank top and ripped along the stitching to get my tank top off. Then she looked vexedly at my boxer shorts."Complete and immediate obedience, Amy," I chided her, "Don't just stand there." Okay, Scott, but remember that he made me do this," retorted Amy.She slid my boxer shorts down and. "Kady, we gotta keep this window closed." The apartment was silent. Brad turned his head quickly, alarm prickling through his body. "Kady?" Brad walked quickly through the rest of the apartment, finding it empty. His heart started racing. Oh God. He grabbed his gun, shrugging his jacket on, forgetting a shirt. He walked out into the hallway. Empty. He swore, "Fuck!" He started walking down one long side of the hall, to the huge window at its end. He looked down; the same SUV was there. He ran.