He gets only fleeting images.Randall Holden, looking huge and angry, charging across an open field, dipping slightly to deliver a bone-crunching hit t...at sends a man flying.A train wreck, ominous billowing smoke sprawling overhead to block the moonlight.A waitress, her nametag upside-down.Himself, sleeping/working on the couch in his office.A young boy, sleeping in the back of a car.No, these are not all her memories. He's projecting. She is so on his mind, the very idea of her is a maelstrom. “How dare you!” Audrey shouted swinging her right hand in a devastating slap. Realizing that she was going to strike her old black cleaning woman, Audrey tried to stop the slap as soon as she threw it. Perhaps that sealed her fate. The slap which began like lightning slowed enough that the great black hand of Linda closed over it like a vice. “Oh child, I think that spanking is long overdue” Audrey grabbed at her cleaning lady's surprisingly strong hand with her other arm. Linda reached over. Katie had texted me to let me know that she was going to be busy all afternoon with appointments for her hair and nails. I ended up hanging out in my room until it was time to get ready.I took a shower, shaved off the peach fuzz on my face and went back to my room to get my suit and tie on. Once I was all dressed, I went downstairs to the living room where Mom and Dad were waiting for me.Mom was having trouble holding back the tears. “He looks so grown up and handsome,” she gushed.She insisted. And, they should also have a radio to get help.Four of us guys were sent. Gilbert Gilbert's (a black guy from Jersey City, cool guy), Dave Jones (a guy from Ann Arbor, who was a little slow with thinking; but ok, overall) and Jay Lance (from Greenville, a downed chopper pilot. He seemed worried about getting home to see his girlfriend) and me (a 10 month vet of the bush with nothing to look forward to but a bullet).I was told that we need to get there, and contact an EU (extraction unit). They.