" Someone should take care of him," Benin said."Oh, many tried and, not only them, but perhaps millions paid for it with their lives. He is untouchabl..., Benin. I could advise you to take little Garcia and go, leave Russia, but, you will not make it to the border. The NKVD will have you in prison, or worse, and you will never see Garcia again. Molotov is a bastard, but you mustn't let bastards destroy your life." I know." Good. I'm sure we'll have our reckoning with Herr Hitler. The day may be. In his current position--one he had held for the year-and-a-half that Mohawk had held this contract, Pete had not only put a very effective Campus Security force in place; he had accomplished two other things that were significant to him personally.The first thing Pete had done was to detect the amateur surveillance activities on campus being performed as a 'hobby' by a former Special Forces Soldier, Kyle Evans. Pete's guys and gals had finally detected Kyle and brought him to Peterson's office. .say we call them up and get the shit royally fucked out of us...and you can bring those two guys you know. The twins…hot. This little man having all you can eat Sushi. Shit girl been drinking this beer like it water. Hey wimps where the Bathro…wait what I am thinking open your mouth"A long stream of liquid came down her mouth."Holy shit…him actually doing it Sapphire he drinking it up" Samantha laughed "Oh you got to see this...taking a cell video"She films it and sent it."You get. Did swam—swimming. Training."Mercifully, at that point I was spared any chance of embarrassing myself further, as one of the coaching staff called for quiet and announced the first game would be something called 'Knights, Mounts & Cavaliers'.It was a bit like musical chairs, but without the chairs. We had to walk with a partner in a circle to the music. When the music stopped, Coach would yell "Knights!" or "Mounts!" or "Cavaliers!", then we would have to assume the position; Guys down on one.