She reached into her faded Calvin Klein jeans and fumbled with the keys to the door. The sun was beginning to set turning the sky into vivid hues of o...ange and red. She opened the elaborately, hand carved oak door of the house and retrieving her duffle bag stepped inside. It was as if she had stepped back in time. The grand interior was well preserved and almost all the furniture was as it would be in a home of that era. She shut the door behind her securely locking it. A force of habit from. The young men out in the parking lot watched her with desire in their eyes. She entered the school and stopped at the office to check in and see where she was to speak to the students. The principal met with her and explained that she would be speaking to groups of fifty students in the schools study hall that held sixty people at a time. She would be alone with the students since no teachers could be spared and the principal and his staff were going to a district meeting. He led her to the. “Then why use missiles at all?” Brad asked.“The flexibility,” Brent said. “There are over twenty different warhead types we could carry. I actually only recommend four for now.”“Four?” Morgause asked. “And why only four?”“Because they are probably the most effective and the magazine can only hold twenty-six warheads, so trying to hold all of them makes each one a one use trick for a cruise,” Brent said.“And that might be useful, but unless we are sure we’d use it, its more likely to be. My door was opened. I was keeping an eye on my Riya aunt’s door. After a few minutes, I was delighted to see her kid, Riyan going out to play. I just told ‘hi’ to Riyan, and he left. My mom was working in the kitchen.I closed my door and told my mom I was going to my friend’s house. Her door was open. I sneaked into her apartment, closing the door without making any noise. As I entered her flat, my eyes were wandering to locate Riya aunty.I moved towards the kitchen, and she was busy cleaning.