Banzai crawled out from behind his cover and the crazy little shit crawled toward the Chechens. I rose up to provide support, analyzed the situation, ...ut there wasn't anything or anyone left to shoot. Fuck, they were more than dead - they were obliterated!I moved over beside Banzai, squatted to be close to him and yelled, "What the hell happened?"He laughed (which I barely heard) and yelled, "I got lucky and dropped the grenade right into the duffle bag of grenades they were using! It set all. Missy scowled at him and his smile faded in confusion.With both hands back on the table she thought of keeping Jeffery locked in her room like a prisoner. Just like her father had talked about in Vietnam. She could build a bamboo cage and lock him up. Make him sit in a small chair naked while she walked around him and hit him with a cane. She could just see him blubbering for release and this made her happy.GOD! What was wrong with her? Her body burned with the absolute NEED to have sex. Her. After she read it, she seemed just a bit upset as well. Cindy was both of our best friend. We consoled each other for the rest of the evening.I stayed in my fog for the next two weeks. Trish was trying to cheer me up. That was just her demeanor. I finally came out of my fog one day when Trish was not being herself.I was in our living room trying to work on my homework. When she came in the room to announce that dinner was ready, something didn't seem right. I suddenly was yanked out of my fog. The fighter's stance was easy, not rigid like most who did this type of fighting. His motions were fluid and quick as a snake.With a quick dodge and an overhand touch the final blow came and the stranger was victorious.The crowd applauded as the victor shook his opponents hand glancing around at the crowd.His eyes passed over Michael and in that moment Michael's body went cold.Valerie and Tera both noticed the change immediately. They turned to look at him as he pulled Valerie into his arms.