'Look at the camera.' Comes the firm order. She casts her eyes downward to look intothe lens. Her mouth is covered by layers of silver tape. Her brow... eyesare downtrodden and had they had a mouth they would be screaming blue murder.Placed like a doll on his lap, she doesn't help; her body is lifeless asher eyes stare at some distant spot somewhere ahead. The only inkling thatshe breathes is her very breath. Her head is next to his covered face;he peers toward the camera through small slits.. " Sean grinned as the two tried to get away onlyto knock themselves into the back of a large man who proceeded to punchboth in the face for getting food all over his new jacket giving the duoblack eyes and swearing at them.The train ride was quiet as the two military police officers were keptclose to Sean and his friends. At the station in Ayer, the two were givenover to other members of Sean's team and then escorted away to, "Have aword" with Sean. After an hour of interrogation Sean came out. ”“Oh, so you’re the new bastard I heard tell about? Well, all of Northern California has heard of you. And most of Southern California, right down to Malibu and South Central as well. You’re sixth in the line for the (BB) Barkley Boodle I hear, correct, bastard?”“Boy-howdy! My name is Heath, not bastard, sawbones! You think that six month medical degree you have hanging crooked there on that wall means something? It doesn’t. I had more money in my left boot before Nick lifted it than you have. On the dresser she spotted a ring of keys. It was almost too good to be true. She picked them up as if she half-expected them to disappear in her fingers. But they were real!"It's worth a try, anyhow," she sighed, her cunt still tingling from what she'd seen. through the opening in the closet. She was to the door now, easing the first key into the slot. It didn't work, nor did the second or the third key seem to be right. But the fourth one turned and she held her breath as she let herself out.