I will not come second anymore. Money and status has got you seriously fucked in the head!’ she yelled at him, her face was turning red with anger a... she went on. ‘All you care about is that damn job and that damn briefcase! It’s surgically attached to your fucking hand!’ ‘I don’t have time to hear this. I have to get to the office so if you don’t have anything new to say, then I suggest you find something new to talk about,’ he said stoically. No emotion was discernable on his face. Ouch. And. "As always, the boss bitch's sardonic tone conveyed a deep-seated contemptthat undercut the supposed compliment. "You'll have noticed some changes already to your daily regimen - andthere are more to come. Starting tomorrow, you'll be having lunch anddinner together, eating real food. But" - she stressed the word - "you'llstill have to have your protein shake in the usual way each morning.Failure to do so will incur a punishment. So those of you feeling a littleill after yesterday's efforts. See you later.”“Bye baby!”Damian went back to his research. The six-foot-one-inch, two-hundrend-ten-pound, dark-skin man thought about Braylin. The college student was his wife’s half-brother. Her father started screwing a Domincan woman behind her mother’s back many years ago. A bitter divorce ensued and within two days of its end, Fred Poole had wed his mistress. Braylin resulted a year later. It had been a rough timein family relations between the father and his c***dren, but things were. “East and West Approaches, this is Base. Get your rockets ready. East take the front and West take the back. West goes first. Four SUV’s reported. Be ready.”“Roger.”“Roger.”A minute and a half later, I heard, “This is West taking our shot now.” We could hear the whoosh followed by the explosion. ‘Got the back one. Readying second shot.” I heard a whoosh and explosion.“This is East. We got the front one. The other two are trying to evade.” Another whoosh and explosion and West said, “Got number.