"My God, what was I to do? His wife and now he had two kids that he wanted me to take care of. I didn't even know them and he wanted me to watch over ...hem. Christ, why me? I just wanted my easy going life and now I might get flung into something I had no idea about. I had a feeling I was getting in way over my head.I looked at my long-time friend and saw him crying. I had never seen him show any emotion like this before. He was in some serious shit. Why was I getting involved? I needed time to. " Roxy said, and Yumi, still a bit confused, couldn't find an argument. Everything seemed "out of place" to Yumi, as they drove to the party. There was something nagging at her, something that she forgot to do, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. As they exited the car, there was a slight breeze that kicked up. At that point, Yumi realized what was bothering her, and held down her skirt.Roxy noticed it immediately, and wondered what was wrong. "You okay hun?" She asked, and Yumi turned. " Stop!" James shouted. "You shot the bodyguard in the chest. For this exercise, we're assuming that they're wearing body armor, Brent." I know. I pulled the trigger too fast." Again," he said.On my second try, I shot the mocked-up colonel in the head, and did the same with the bodyguard by the apartment door, but I completely missed the bodyguard near the elevator lobby."Three-point-seven seconds," Grace said."Not bad," James said to me."Hah! I'm a dead man. The bodyguard still standing would. " he started again."Conversation closed. I don't want to talk about it." OK." He paused, looking at me, "So what else can I do for you?"So, I told him about Lucy and Pete, and how I held the key to whether to send him to prison or not. Tim sat and listened, and I could see his analytical mind ticking away.When I'd finished outlining my problem, Tim looked up, "And how do you feel? Do whatever you think is right. It's all you can do." Well, on the one hand, I'm angry. I don't think I did.