Sheesh. Pathetic nerd-boy."Who are you? Why the fuck I am here?", I ask, in my bitch-voice.The short guy smiles widely."You can talk!"Idiot. I am goin... to get medieval on his ass. Or maybe Star Trek, with so many computers and tools laying round. Oh, I love that... "Of course I can talk, moron! Now, who the hell are you!", I am calm. Well, calmer than I should be. Yes, I know I am nude now, but I sooo... rarely mind that. Oh well. I seldom remember my former partners, maybe he is one of them.... Now unless you've come to do something else besides ask fool questions..."John and 'Oz' left the man in peace and headed back towards the river.Of the approximately 230 Brigades in the six armies of the Republic, by September 1938 163 were lead by Communist Commanders and 33 by Anarchists. General Modesto, now supreme commander, was a Communist and 27 of the Brigades in the Army of the Ebro had Communist Brigadiers.That month, of 7000 promotions throughout the Armies, 5,500 went to Communist. " W-What! T-They can't be telling her what to do! W-Who the hell do they think they ..." They are the men who're fucking your fiancée dear. The ones who can take her away from you." His mom exhibited a wicked smug smile at her son as she looked him in the face."I-I know, b-but d-don't they know s-she might get p-pregnant?" Not if you do a good job dear of tongue douching her pussy quickly after she's been freshly fucked." Oh no, t-they want t-to get her pregnant." The possibility is there. If he survived, he’d likely be injured and moving slow enough for a sniper to take out.It sounds insane, excessive. But Monster really was that dangerous. He was a true natural; he was gifted in the same sense, and at the same level that a gold medal Olympic athlete is gifted. Reflexes, speed, precision, focus. Imagine the average guy using a lap pool suddenly dropping into a race with Michael Phelps. That’s the difference. Except his “event”, his skill set was very, very anti-social.One of the.