"Huh? What?" Brandon said in a fog. He then looked at the time and said, "Dude! It's only twenty after eight!" Don't make me have to come in there!" J...mie joked."Oh, alright," Brandon said as he dragged himself out of bed.He opened the door with his eyes half open, and Jamie said, "Good morning, sunshine." Ugh," Brandon said, making Brian and Jamie laugh."Come on, wake up dude," Jamie said as he mussed Brandon's hair. "We've got a big day ahead of us. Dad's making breakfast, so make yourself. After a few minutes the conductor closed the door and the bus started to roll out. Just then a women came running with her hand spread out waving to the bus to stop. The driver stopped the bus and the conductor asked her where she is going, she replied back that she is going to Goa and she has a valid reserved ticket for this bus. The conductor opened the door and let her inside and after examining her ticket, he showed her the seat next to mine. She came and placed her bag on the overhead rack. " He lifted his guns. "This is for Gregory, Yuri and Nikolai I hear." Who?" Some people you ate up in Russia about hundred years ago or so." John said and he promptly emptied the two clips in to the old corpse.Then he methodically replaced the clips, watching the frail corpse for any sign of reanimation. Seeing none, he took a instant photograph of the badly mangled body - he had damaged the head minimally for this purpose. Went through the antiques in the shelves, and finally picked a small. The answer was there, if she could remember. Concentrate. Falling leaves in the crisp air, crunching underfoot on the concrete sidewalk. Joyce walked with purpose, confidence, shoulder-length brown hair stirring with the wind. Sunshine made sharp edges on the scenery, but no warmth. Sweater weather, not quite cold enough for a jacket yet, and Joyce strode back to the office. Long strides, looking forward, always moving. In charge once she was through the door again, it showed. Joyce made.