Marshall Daryl Kerrigan steps out, his black boots landing right inside a puddle. His black trench coat falls out of the transport, almost touching th... water puddle. He looks out down either side of the street and frowns. He hates the neon lights, the gambling halls, and particularly the strip clubs.“Another fucking hell hole,” he mumbles to himself with a sigh.It’s not that he hates visiting these places, he hates having to investigate at them. And he certainly hates this little game he has to. I’ll distribute the others shortly,” I told the S-3 clerk.“Luther, let’s look at this field gear list and see just how much of it we will need to take with us,” I told him, as Scammell made the copies of the orders.Two Bears and Mississippi returned several hours later. She didn’t look happy when she reported to the Colonel.“How bad is it?” the Colonel asked on seeing her face, before she could say anything. Two Bears exhaled heavily before speaking.“All of that gear has been in storage for a. Even if he deserves it, I wouldn’t call it a healthy relationship. But if we are talking about psychopaths...”“You think that son’s that bad?”“Probably not, but I think he’s a serial abuser, maybe even a rapist, and he also has his charm despite himself.”“And murderer.”“Yes. An escalation of abuse I think.”“Or its happened in the past, and the father is protecting him again.”“With Julio as scapegoat.”“Worth looking into it.”“I suppose.”Drew laughed. “Kenneth?”“Of course.”“We’ll look into it. The wife asks if she brought more clothes and she say's yes so the wife leads her off and then returns to tell she she is taking a shower and will put on some casual clothes, several moments later the wife goes and checks on her to decide when to put the hot snacks on the oven. I am reading on the couch waiting and a waft of moist air travels across my face as Mitch nuzzles my neck then walks around in front of me, I am ready for some snacks now that I am clean and relaxed but I pause for a.