Chapter 11Fang and the Spirits of the Dead* * *“I must ask you citizens of New York. Does the presence of the G.S.P make you feel safe?” Cyclone s...outed into the camera and then took a long pause as to let the question ring before he continued.“Looking at the past weeks you have reasons to feel more secure, but not because the lazy for hire G.S.P group, but because of us honest heroes from my Knighthood of Peace. It all fits the same pattern. G.S.P was never about battling the aliens but always. Her notes! She'd never get out of here if she didn't take good notes! Brushing back a few stray locks of blonde hair, Julie looked down at her notebook and tried to find her place. Diagrams filled the page, crowded by strange squiggles that refused to yield meaning to her study. The largest picture was of a woman's hips; an arrow pointed directly at her pussy. At the pussy, she corrected herself, not mine.The teacher's voice drifted back into her awareness for a brief moment. "... launched. I was lucky to have friends who had set me up with a place that was within my budget.It was a small one-bedroom apartment, and it had barely enough space to store everything I needed for my studies.I’m a graphics design student, who was currently balancing a master's degree as well as side modules as a photographer and also currently working as an all-round gopher at a Design firm.Then there’s the weekend freelance work digitally touching up photos.Why am I doing all this?Networking, for my. I rasp another breath as the last 20 years highlights play in a loop inside my head, if my guide is speaking I can’t hear her right now, because I’m fifteen years in the past, right over there on that swing set playing with the other little girls. And then I’m somewhere else, fifth grade inside a classroom up at a board writing out a math equation and the memory of my intense satisfaction surges through my heart as my teach affectionately pats her mathematically inept student on the back. Same.