Cersei wanted it uncertain what torture and suffering Unella might face, so that people could never dismiss it as they sometimes did other known fates...No, Ser Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, outlaw, sellsword, landed knight, murderer, raper, bugger, torturer, brigand, traitor, bodyguard, undead freak, and thug, was no less dangerous for being on the lam than for being in the pay and service of a mighty lord such as Tywin Lannister. His lands were only not forfeit for his brother Sandor’s sake,. It took 10 seconds to have the heavy door to the safe opened. President Tripp grabbed six of the dozen or more Glock nine-millimeter semi-automatics pistols from the cabinet. He almost threw them onto the conference table. He turned and grabbed the remaining pistols. Dropping all of them onto the table but one. A man dressed in military garb was in the doorway. Five nine-meter rounds hit his vest. The man stepped back falling to the floor only to be replaced by two others with their M-16’s. Bill would give one boy one or two smacks and then turn to the other for a lick or two. Since he had promised Luke five more lashes for having the cigarettes he would time to time give him an extra lick, so that at the end he finished up with both boys around the same time. Joe had received twenty licks and Luke had twenty-five. Both boys were sobbing quietly across their beds as Bill replaced the belt through the loops on his trousers. “Let that be a lesson to you boys,” the man told them as. "Yeah, yeah, I'm still here," he said. But even to his own ears, his voice sounded weak."We got people coming, Nicky. You got to hold on until they get there. Keep talking to me." Whacha wanna talk about?" he mumbled, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes."Nicky, tell me where you're hurt." She could hear him slipping away. "Nicky! You need to keep talking to me. Just until they get there. Okay? Nick!" I'm here. Just kinda tired, Allie. If I don't make it, tell Michelle.