She started to softly cry and laid her story out.It seem that she and her husband were not getting along very well, and she has not heard from her son...in over 6 months. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that caused some problems. She said that this is not going to be a very happy Christmas for me.I listen to all that she had to say, and told her I knew just what she needed. As she dried the tears in her eyes, she said what. I told her to stand up, and she did. WOW she. As we began to pack up our belongings and clothe ourselves, we chatted easily. I was pleased to see our antics hadn't made things awkward between us, the way things so often turn when friends become 'friends with benefits'. As we started the walk back to our cars, there was an easy silence between us, each lost in our thoughts as to what had taken place back on the beach. Reliving in our my minds each intimate moment. At least, I know I was, and from the twitching in Ryan's pants, I was fairly. Worse lookin' prick I ever seed." He set his gun on the table, and I was tempted to make a try for it but my broken finger demanded almost all my mental attention and he was holding my left hand tightly. Besides I could still hear Roberts and the captain talking out front, so I settled on tensing up my wrists and asking for some water as the man lashed my hands together with a leather thong.Back in the cell, I dunked my hands in the water, soothing my mashed finger a bit. Then I found the steel. Thankfully, most of my people were out of the line of fire or protected by a building support that ended up deflecting the incoming weapon fire.Instinct kicked in as did several of my old lives and I was moving and giving out orders before I even realized it. My first command was to the men about me. I told half of them to get the fat bastards up and moving and out of the lobby and into one of the side rooms that had no windows. I told the other half to take up firing positions and to cover all.