Add to that the money was fantastic. I could make in four years what it would take me ten years in the states plus no taxes.I accepted the position, s...gning the acceptance paperwork barely reading it. So, the move was set and within 3 weeks we were landing in Kampala, Uganda the capital. We were met by six large muscular black company men who to our surprise were armed with AK-47s and side arms. They helped collect our luggage and ushered us, along with two other arriving families to a waiting. Really nice! It was plainly obvious there was feminine skullduggery a foot. Noting instantly not only was there only one glass on the tray but two straws."I know Ayeka and Ryoko had a hand in the clothes and make up but the juice and straws," He paused considering. "What are you up to Sasami?" He smiled, "As if I didn't know!" Huh." He mused aloud, startling Hero out of his fugue. He had been staring at Ryo-chan mouth slightly ajar."D-did you say something my prince?" Hero stammered. Forgetting. Why would my parents want to move all the way out here? Why the hell did I have to leave MY friends because they wanted out of the economic crises in Michigan? And why the fuck was it so hard to adjust to country life? I was always a country boy at heart, but I guess what made it so hard was the lack of cell towers, Internet and my motorcycle. I was 16, yes, but had already obtained my biker’s license and a Suzuki chopper. Unfortunately, it had to be left behind. However, that was about to. "What was that explosion I felt?" Explosion? Davey, there wasn't an explosion. You just stopped to look at something and boom! You were out!" he reached down and tapped the tool bag my head was resting on. "If I hadn't caught you, you might have really banged your head good!" Phew!" was all I could think to say in response to that. Dad leaned down, staring intently."Let me look at your eyes. Follow my finger!" he began waving a finger back and forth in front of my face like a fleshy metronome..