”“Looks like someone had fun with her,” the other one said with a shrug, walking towards the door. The first man punched him in the arm, perhaps...to show disapproval, and followed him out into the hall.The room Saema was now lying in was cold and drab, with white walls lined with metal cabinets with all sorts of instruments, evidence bags, and medical supplies either lined up inside the shelving or out on the counter space. It was simply one of several receiving areas like this - a room where. Jemiti uparo ku kali tole khali tanko blue colour ro penty thae ki jangha disuthae aau peta b.pareGote hata re tanko penty uparu tanko biya ghasili aau gote hatare tanko bra uparu dudhoo.emiti tanko dudhoo dalila pare dhire dhire tanko nighty khali li se khali mo samna re penty aau bra pindhi thanti ta pare bhauja kahile amitTume mo dress khali delo tume b holo.mu b dekhibi etiki kahu kahu mu mo dress khali longoa hoigoli mo deha re suta khande b nathae pareBhaujo-amit e kono tumo jantra toh. He was the typical undercover type: disheveled and unkempt, smoking, by what butts he could see on the ground, multiple packs a day.Steve parked, got out and walked up to Tom. “Hello, I’m Steve Baker. Is Proctor here?”“No. I’m Tom Dayern. She is in St. Louis for a meeting concerning the call today, where I’m sure she got her ass handed to her because of me. She stayed over for the conference call this morning. You here to figure out where I fucked up?”“No, sir. I am here to help you get her. ..Present - Stacy and Samantha - At the cabinThis has been a busy as hell morning and we haven't even had breakfast. We start by checking on the progress of getting access into the tunnels. The engineer assures us we should have access by sometime mid-morning. Then the damn drone that gave us shit last night loses control and crashes (thank God), next a Chinook helicopter lands. We see Mike exit it and head toward the prisoner Marines. I look at Samantha and state, "We need to get our asses.