Oh mom, Becks. Rivka. a couple of the others, but all the way out of the whore house buildings. He would have been long gone except for Milwaukee Phil... Phil always decided when a partnership was over, you just hoped he let you walk away. As it was they were moving the money from the main house through several different banks, doing everything thy could think of to hide it fron the IRS and from Phil.It was Becks who found them an accountant that seemed to specialize in non taxable income. He was. Sarah, honey can I borrow my jacket?" He asked a snuggled Sarah.Sarah unwrapped herself and gave him his jacket."This isn't just a jacket, it's armor. More specifically, it's my armor. Elementals gained this at different points in their life, for different reasons. Again, I'm not sure about mine, but I believe it had to do with what happened to Sarah. Speaking of which, that brings me to this point; Sarah is now like me."It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop."What do you mean, she's like. There were about fifty people in all, kids mostly. The guys all seemed to have long hair with beards or lamb chop sideburns that I had forgotten about being so popular. The girls all seemed to be wearing granny dresses, or gingham skirts and boots, or tie-dyed shirts and dresses. Overall, they looked dirty and frazzled. They marched in ambiguous patterns on the sidewalk, carrying placards and signs denouncing the war.A blue haze hung over the group, and I could smell the pot from our coach. She needed this time to grieve her terrible losses, as did I. Her father, Bob Moore, had been my best friend since boot camp years ago. We’d helped liberate Kuwait in the same unit and did one H.A.L.O. (High Altitude Low Open) night jump behind the lines on a mission into Iraq. We were closer than most brothers. After I’d been blown damned near to hell by a land mine another troop had been killed by stepping on, he had his wife visit me in the hospital stateside until he got home and could.