" Pretty stupid way to set up an ambush. They'd be in as much danger as we were, if we were dumb enough to fall into it." Yeah, I watched 'em movin' a...ound some." Garcia said, spitting out the twig he had been chewing on, "My guess is they're not trained and only got one to a tank. Probably read an instruction manual or something. There's one on foot who moves pretty good in the dark and seems to be in charge. I imagine they'll try to talk before they shoot."I got out the map and showed Cora. But, this time, it was a bit more than just me crashing out in the spare bedroom! I was still thinking about when I had gone down on Mary earlier that night! And, I was hoping that I would get to do more with her! Once my best-friend had passed-out and I could sneak into her mother's room! My best-friend and I got to her place and spent about an hour hanging-out in the living-room and getting higher on some weed! I was still tripping on the shrooms and my bestie was off her head on drink and. " It takes several minutes before he returns. "Just follow me Sir," he says. "Sergeant Borland can see you now."I allow myself a momentary smile. It sounds like being shown in to see the dentist but my smile dies rapidly; I don't want to make light of this.At the end of a corridor I'm shown into a room. There's an overpowering sense of déjà vu as I sit on a hard chair in front of a plain desk, my feet on the linoleum floor, waiting. It's a scene from countless police movies.There is a movement. I had no way of anticipating the punch, and I groan in pain and misery. "Jesus, fuck! That hurt my hand! Bitch!" thewoman shouts, and kicks me in the guts, driving the wind from my lungs. "Pickher up!" Soldiers grab my tightly-bound arms and wrench me backto my knees. I sway, my head still ringing. The woman bends over, her mouthlevel with my ear. She smells of perfume and shampoo. "You don’tfuck with Rachel Paglia. Ever. I’m going to give you some timeto think, because you’re.