“Get me off this thing,” Samantha pleaded.“Who did this to you?”“Fucking tiny ass dwarf in green makeup kept threatening me! Said I had to p...ck between him and the chair. I picked the fucking chair.”“Why are you here?”“I wasn’t going to abandon you, silly,” she said. “And the cops laughed at me when I called them. Come on. Get me off. I’m tired of this thing.”Lori loosened the ropes and began pulling her up, when Samantha stopped her.“Wait, wait, slower,” she said, wincing again. “Ow.”Lori. ”“Now, my guess is that he wants them for a bunch of rich Mexicans to gangbang and, if he does, then we ought to be able to double the fee.”“Since he’s a Mexican driving around in a Rolls Royce, lets put another $2,000 on top of that, which would bring the price up to a nice round $10,000.”“The rich asshole will probably want to haggle that price down some, so we’ll drive the hardest bargain we can, then settle for whatever we can get out of him.”Pete, with a wide grin, responded, “Sounds like. ‘He’s after you.’ My colleague – Jim – said. ‘ Can’t you tell?’ I shook my head numbly. ‘He’s been past at least six times today and he’s always looking in.’ ‘Pah. That means nothing!’ I waved it off, feeling myself getting a bit flustered. ‘Plus I’m new, he’s probably just remembering me.’ They both raised an eyebrow at me and I frowned. I tried not to think about it that day, there was no way I wanted to start to lust after another guy. I had had a traumatic break-up from Jason, my ex. He had. At 06:30 the majors went live. ‘‘Breaking News.’’‘‘This is Hanna Page, Channel 34 news. Today I am imbedded with JBG battalion Red 1, we just crossed the Texas/Mexico border at Brownsville. The immediate goal of Red 1 is to secure an illegal aircraft runway designated as Apple 1 used by the Central American terrorist organization known as the Cartel. This runway was an important waypoint for the cartel to fly drugs and high level cartel individuals into America.”‘‘This will be a jumping off.