He then headed to Kalia. Kalia was a tractor driver; he was working for the nearest stone crusher. He had a long experience of tractor driving and its...mechanism. Kalia was a man just like his name; a black colored tall man with muscular body and masculine beards. Varun reached Kalia’s home. He was getting ready to go for the work.“Kalia, do a favor for me, ” Varun asked.“Yes, brother. Say ““My tractor’s engine is broken down. Please repair it. The harvesting time is nearing”“Sorry brother, but. Severalpairs ruined. It wouldn't mean anything to most guys, but having gonewith my wife when she was still dating Tyrone Jackson among others itwas a red flag. Tyrone was a big black bull that worked as a bouncerand occasional muscle for Sammy Rose at Gold Productions and Debbiehad a real thing for him for a year, until he was sent 'away' for 10-15 years.We met after she realized she was broke, that Tyrone had maxed all hercredit cards, and she lost her condo, her sports car and even her. I dialed back the throttle then inspected the blaster and its hoses. The nozzle was getting worn even though it was made of ceramic, so I swapped out the module. Somebody had sent a few guys with good eyes upstairs to watch for another wave. Tom and I talked as we waited. "Ya know, living around here is going to be like being in a war zone until the packs die off."I nodded. "Compounds would work but people would have to cooperate." I had a brain flash. "Unless we lived aboard ships." I bumped. I want to sit in on Wilson’s class this morning. It might be informative. Morrissey, why don’t you come, too? You might learn something.”The call went out to have Klein picked up and Carson watched. When they entered the lecture hall where Wilson’s class met, Kelly went to the back of the hall where she could hide behind some students. Morrissey sat in the front. They figured that Wilson was sufficiently egotistical that he wouldn’t know one student from another.As students came in and took.