A voice told her that it would be better to be shot by one of the assault-rifle bearing thugs than the fate that awaited her. It would be much faster,...much less painful, even if she was shot in the gut. Something kept her going however. She knew not where those reserves of valor came from. Her father died, years ago, when she was a little girl, in Viet Nam, or was it Cambodia? She was too young to remember him, but was told he was killed while attacking an enemy machine gun position. He would. " Doesn't have one." Shawna retorted, slipping into a seat and tugging Marcus down beside her. "What song?" he asked, trying to keep up."Hope says that everyone has a song they think defines them — or that they want to be them — somewhere in the back of their minds. I said you don't think like that." Do you have a song?" Hope leant forward."No." Shawna's broad grin spread further. "Not any more. Well, sort of." Hah!" Hope snapped upright. "What was it?" You never told me?" Shawna nudged him. Could you do that for me?”Oh awkward, it was ok seeing them around after my little peep shows but I wasn't sure I wanted to be over at their house after what I'd been up to but what else could I say apart from, “When would you like me to start?”Later that afternoon I made my way over to the Bolters and Mrs bolter took me into the house and through an internal door into the garage. The place was so full of boxes that her car was out on the drive. “Thanks so much Lily, honey, you are a life. Next was a callback to Ben Smith. The NSA would have a major role in approving the request. I did not even get to state my request with Ben; someone had already called him.‘‘Are you sure you want to get started in this line of international work? JBG supplying soldiers of fortune and mercenaries does not sound like your kind of business. You know you are going to be competing with the remnants of Black Bear Corp,’’ Ben said.‘‘I have no interest in running a mercenary unit, I just want my ass.