If she was anything like the real Alison, one of my father's sluts, she wouldn't have run off.The nun reached me, throwing her arms around me. She tre...bled as she clung to me, sobbing incoherently with fright. Nuns didn't have the abilities of monks to fight demons. But there should be one with her. When I reimbued humanity with the gifts, seventy-two men and seventy-two women had become the new nuns and monks to fight against my parents.They were the ones that had led mankind into anarchy.The. They doused the fire, shouldered their packs and weighed their options."Is there any place close by where we can wait the storm out?" Graydon hollered over the noise of the booming thunder."Not for several leagues," Tristan replied. "There are some ruins not far off the road after we make the turn south but I have never actually been in them. Perhaps we could make it there before the storm."Graydon nodded and started trotting in the direction that Tristan had indicated. Tristan looked around at. Meri puri femly gaon m h but mere papa ka business h kapdo ka to hum bohut ameer h but mere gher walo ko shehar ki bheed bhaad nhi pasand to wo sab whi gaom m rhte the . Gaon m humari joint femly h mere dad k 2 bhai or h ek tau ji or ek chacha ji or meri 4 bua bhi h .To pura business mere papa ka h to sab ki shadi ho gyi thi but papa ki nhi hui kam k boj m to sabse last hui papa ki shadi. Meri maa bohut grrib thi to papa ne unki femly ka bhi kharcha uthaya meri mummy or 5 bhene thi to meri char. The ride to the control room was brisk in the front seat of an open golf cart. The warm air inside felt really good. And I knew that when I walked behind the control panel, MY technicians had a coffee pot going. There were already several people in the control room: start up crew, the client's new operators, a handful of our interested engineers. On the control console, a binder was open, several pages into the startup procedure. Yes, I was a major author of that startup procedure. I was proud.