" What are you saying?" asked Kay, her body motionless."Did you sterilize me?" asked Monica, her voice quivering slightly.Kay let out a whistle. "You'...e good. Ramone thought you'd figure it out. I wasn't sure."Monica hunched over, sobbing silently."I... I was hoping I was wrong," she said woefully. "I've always wanted a child. Now it's gone." I know, and I'm sorry." But... But why?" You are a smart girl, Monica. You've probably figured it out. But I'll spell it out for you."You know how. Our biggest problem wuz havin' our delivery men harassed by gangs of men on the road they wuz takin' ta make a delivery. I hated ta do it, but I had ta hire armed guards ta ride with the delivery wagons. The guards happened ta be niggers, too, but that wuz caused by White men refusin' ta take orders from a nigger. The drivers were all niggers an' I put them in charge, cuz I didn't want the guards ta git excited an' chase off after people an' leave the delivery wagon unguarded. That happened. For 20 minutes John struggled before he got the camera phone. Without a word, he rushed into the tent.“Hello, Johnji.” said Nabha.”Do you need anything?”She was awake and John had failed. That very day John went and bought himself a smartphone with a good camera and flash.“I will not miss the next chance.”Lucky for John, he got many opportunities in the following days. While the workers worked Nabha spent her time chatting with them. It was only in the afternoon when the workers went away for a. More importantly, the engines of the helicopter were burning fuel with every revolution the copter’s blades made. That was something I needed to stop.“Tell me something,” I said to Dunbar and Burton, glancing at them in an enquiring manner. “What’s the chance that one of you is certified on choppers? We need to shut that baby down.”It turned out that I was actually out of luck. Neither man was checked out on helicopters. That left me with only two options at that moment. One was for me to walk.