Then he shook my hand and left. The man was going and I didn’t even get his name. Mikah knew him and that was enough. I didn’t need to know his na...e, in order to know him. The name I should have gotten was his wife’s killer. Whoever that was man, woman, or child had debt to pay. I was sure if I kept my ears open, I could fine out without anyone taking notice.“Someday,” I promised Mikah before she fell asleep on my sofa.While we walked the next day, I learned that if I kept tension on Mikah’s. Feeling foolish, he looked to his right and to his left, wondering if the numbers were posted on the wall or something strange like that. The numbers came again, this time in two strings.Jeremy's heart started pounding and sweat broke out on his forehead. There was a connection between the ACD machine and numbers behind his eyeballs. He was sure of it. He looked both ways again to see if the bus was coming. There were lots of buses but not his. Taking a chance, he ran to the corner and crossed. While waiting Kyle watched the officers and sergeants move among the men designating target areas.Kyle raises his whistle and blows the ’Engage’ as loud as he can. He’s stunned by what looks like a wall of arrows moving into the forest in front of him. He knew the coverage would be thick, but he didn’t expect it to be that thick. Because the range is extremely low, only about fifteen to twenty yards, the arrows soon reach their targets and many of the enemy die while many others scream in pain. One that wasn’t overly constrictive ended up bunched under their arms. Their chests and build were still too small to get a sports bra that wasn’t too tight.Then I had a group that had to go commando.“Girls, you are all built differently. The girls not wearing panties have issues with how they sweat that chafe and cause other problems. That is why they will be wearing biking pants that have a padded crotch but one that wicks moisture away better than panties. I’m not a girl, but biking shorts.