“He has been named, Sam, or really is the Hatalii?” Paul asked curiously, his eyes still on me.“Listen closely, Paul. He is young, and untrained... but strong and is destined for great things. Help him, support him,” Sam said, his voice earnest and sincere.“Okay, well, I got to tell you the truth, Sam. He’s here. Here, here. He helped one of our elders who had car trouble and wound up here at the Tribal Council offices. I saw the medicine bag and thought I recognized the beadwork as Mary’s.”“Have. :)(amy_brett) Really? Good for him! *Hee hee*+ *Anne-Mal has arrived.Editor's note-Amy offers help on writing and guess who shows up!(Mindy) Kids!(*Anne-Mal) (Bloody ISP!)(Mindy) *Geesh* :)(*Anne-Mal) I guess it is open chat? My apologies Amy!(Lainie) Looks like it Anne, just us old-timers here! :)(amy_brett) I know your computer problems Anne. No prob!(Mindy) Old! I might be old, but I don't feel old! :)(*Anne-Mal) Yep, we live in our minds in the chat room!(Lainie) Everyone feels old!. Glancing once more to the sea, and never once in my direction, she then proceeded to climb up the rocks on her side of the beach and jangled off into the evening. Wow, what a moment. I lay still, remaining low until she was well gone, and natural sounds returned. One sound remained however, the rushing sound of blood in my ears as my heartbeat raced, out of tempo with the calm beautiful night. I rolled over onto my back, and glanced down at the wet sticky patch in my shorts, closed my eyes and. Well, he likely would havehad someone else shoot me. Doesn't really matter who pulls the trigger, though,does it?I also developed and expandeda knowledge of explosives, which was occasionally fascinating, but mostly involvednerves of steel and a fondness for tedious and meticulous detail. Movies glamorizethis kind of thing, but trust me–intelligence-gathering, bombs, surveillance,and the like are mostly painstaking and patient work. Notes completed, I leave themnext to the computer. Frank will.