In her mind's eye she saw them draw their guns and get out. They planned to shoot her while her back was turned. The image of bullets hitting her was ...bviously from their minds. In theirs she would be heavily wounded at the very least before they finished her off.Obviously neither knew of her Harreden heritage, or at least the fact that bullets won't hurt a Harreden because of their tough skin. Sure it might seem soft upon touch, a human would be hard pressed to know the difference. The problem. The nurses kept askingme questions and got me upright in bed. Once I had recovered fully fromthe anesthetic, I was wheeled back to my private room to recover. Thefirst few days were nothing more than extended periods of rest, heavydoses of pain killers and nurses checking my vitals and changing out IVbags. Dr. Morris had used a catheter on me and because my lips had beenenlarged they kept the nutrition flowing just through IVs, limiting meto ice and water. I had four small drains where fluids. Emma was seething with rage inside and tried very hard to contain her anger, but with the potent cocktail of too much drink and a resentment that had been fuelled all evening, Emma could take no more. What happened next was a complete blur to Emma, but eye witnesses gave her a full account of what happened. Emma had stood up in front of the potential new client and her boss and screamed a torrent of foul mouth abuse at the MD who was stealing Emma’s thunder then poured a glass of Shiraz over. But saving people from the suffering of the ages is the foundation of the Hiten Mitsurugi school. And all the more now... When we fought a year ago, why did he try to keep me from leaving... (The two roughnecks from the bar are crouched in the street ahead of him.)Roughneck 2: All right, here he comes. This street is perfect.Roughneck 1: Are... are you really going to kill him?Roughneck 2: Hell yeah I am! You think I'm going to let this go?Roughneck 1: But he's a killer!Roughneck 2: Idiot!.