"Yes it is." Amy said. "Then may I speak with your father please?" "Dad"! Amy yelled into the house. "Some men are here to see you."Carl Jones, at 5'8...with ash blonde hair, got up from the table and approached the two men."Yes, may I help you?" He said. "No Mr. Jones, you cannot help me" The other black man said, as it was his first time speaking. "I intend to help you though" He continued. "I wish to make you an offer that, while not made everyday, will change your life forever". Carl Jones,. Checking out the rest of him, he’s got a fanny pack with a Glock .40 and spare mags for both the pistol and rifle. Figure I need them more than he does, so I pocketed my .380 peashooter. About that time, my phone rings, I hit the button and my blue tooth starts talking to me. ‘Jacobs?’ ‘Yeah, who’s this?’ ‘Chief Ayers, Gwinnett County Police’ came the answer. ‘What can I do for you, Chief? Kinda busy right now.’ ‘That’s what I needed to find about. One of my officer’s wives, Jana Jones,. But who am I to talk? I’m burning an hour, post-breakfast, sipping coffee, half-reading a book on my Kindle, soaking up the quiet on the river, which is now being disturbed by the approach of a motorboat. It’s still too early for the normal recreational boaters, so I’m guessing ... yes, he’s coming around the bend. Fishermen. Hard to fault fishermen, although I’m eyeballing about thirty thousand dollars of shiny fiberglass and two hundred horsepower and from the console, enough electronics to. Moments later 4 young adults were crawling out. Looking lost and dazed one of the males helped the other three as they rested a bit then started to walk. The four were barely out of sight when two older men also crawled out of the bunker. It was only a few moments later that the entire bunker collapsed. The younger of the men collapsed in a heap beside the other. "What are we to do Herr Doctor?" the young one asked. The older man that the younger had called doctor was staring straight ahead.