The first was that it was deep into the evening and I was starving. The second was that reading about my mom and dad's exploits had given me a raging ...rection. I wasn't sure what to do about the hard-on but I knew I could find some food upstairs. I ate a quick sandwich and found something a little harder to drink, reaching for the half bottle of Jack Daniel's on the shelf. I took the bottle and soon found myself downstairs with the trunk and my father's memories. I picked up a pair of red. Ahmed came in pointed a gun at me which had the effect of shutting me up, he threw a sack at me and gestured for me to put it on. I hesitated but I heard the gun click as it was cocked. I put the sack on and did'nt dare wriggle. I was manhandled over presumably Ahmed shoulder and could feel the cold metal of the gun at my head as I was taken up some stairs. I lay in the trunk of a car as it drove for what seemed like hours until it finally stopped. I could feel the heat of the day thru. They managed to get through three rooms in the same amount of time the mercenaries had swept through the entire mansion belonging to Francis Baudin.He again shouted, “I’m in here! They’ve been gone for four hours!”It was still another three minutes before the door to the room in which he was sitting burst open. The police team entered the room in a well practiced formation. He watched them thinking that they actually looked pretty stupid. There was an almost posed stance they took upon entering. “Uh, yeah,” the policeman said. Cars didn’t even slow down when they gave pursuit on bicycle.“Maybe we should go to him,” Sean said thinking that it would be the polite thing to do.The policeman said, “No. According to his wife, he needs the exercise. He’s lost about ten pounds since his car got flattened.”“Why doesn’t he use his personal car?” Sean asked. He noticed Stomp pulling another sapling from the ground. He was running the branches through his hair.Pointing to the other end of the.