“Why’s that?”“Hmmm, well, Mr. Wilkerson says it’s simply our place, where we can kick back and do what we want. No orders or anything.” Wh...t an interesting fellow, this Wilkerson. “Anyway, it’s just a bunch of dorm rooms. I mean, like mine is just a disaster right now!” she laughed.Leading me on, she continued, “Now down here are the classrooms. There’re only six, and we go to classes either mornings or afternoons. Or did Terry tell you this already?”I assured her that Terry hadn’t told me much. Four of the last five had been kicked off a team for one reason or another, and I sure as hell wasn't going to choose any of them. If they put us in jeopardy in the bush Chung would just shoot them if he could beat me to it. The one I had just sent to the hospital had really pissed me off with his remark that he hated those greasy little yards, and would shoot one in a firefight if he didn't follow his orders. So far I had two seconds that any of my yards or myself could trust with our lives. Since he was involved in the undercover business Craig Moore was obsessed with the safety of his family. His capture was always a threat and members of his family could also be used to embarrass the nation which would have been a disaster for The Company. To that end, when Marvella had surgery for uterine cancer he instructed the surgeon to implant an electronic bug in the place where her uterus had been. By the time his son Chuck was thirteen the Company had come up with a tracking device that. “Oi! Fuck Off you Twat!”Emily’s ears pricked up. The man twisted around quickly, dragging Emily with him only to come face to face with a larger, much older guy brandishing what looked like half a tree trunk in his hand. The swipe of the makeshift weapon in their general direction was enough for him to let go of Emily and run as fast as he could.The older man coughed and spluttered, eventually bringing his hand to his mouth as he rested the log on the floor.“Fuck, that was heavy. Ya alright.