I arrived about an hour before her plane landed. For some reason I was nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach. I could hardly stand the anticipation... As soon as the flight monitor went from on time to arrived I sprung out of my chair and went up to where she would be coming out. It was torture waiting; I knew they still had to pull up to a gate and deplane but I was like a kid at Christmas. Then in a crowd of people I saw a flash of red hair. She was jumping trying to see over the sea of. He took a step sideways trying to regain his balance as he stared into her angry eyes with incredulity. She swung again and with the flat of her blade slapped him solidly on his rump. Porter flew face first into the dirt. The humiliation burned fiercely in his skull, excruciatingly more painful than the stinging on his butt.“Get up you coward!” she yelled at him from above. He felt a foot shove his hip and roll him over. Dirt was clinging to his face.“Stand down, Private!” Captain Tyver barked. Their actions had led directly to his death, but they had never been punished for their crimes. It was a matter of honor for her to rectify that travesty. Her life could never be right again, but revenge would help.The crafty part of her knew that she must appear to have mellowed, but in her heart and mind, that would never happen. Those four were nobodies, nobodies who had caused her treasured son harm, leading to his death.No amount of legal opinion or counseling could dent her certainty.. I... Hang on. Marigold is on the other line." Sure," said Svetlana, regaining a bit of her old sarcasm. "Is no big deal. I wait."Thule ignored her sarcasm and switched over. At the same time, he gestured at his briefcase. Melinda smiled and fetched it for him."Hello, Marigold," Thule said, sliding his palmtop out of his bag. "I'm dealing with an emergency at the moment. Are you somewhere that I can call you back?" Maybe," said Marigold. "It's the same phone you had problems with before."Thule.