The other five men would escort his family to safety. The men that drove away with his family didn't fill Jerome with confidence, but he wasn't given ... choice.He was to be their pathfinder, responsible for their safety ... and their success. Jerome was a sniper. He was a soldier. He would fight for what he believed, but these men planned mass murder on a scale that was unimaginable to him. The team's task was to set off a bomb: a very large bomb identified by its multi-megatons of explosive. T job but again 65+ was probably going to be my retirement age as well, we were only just in our 40's so were thinking even if the old fella lived another 10 years we'd be set up for life, so his proposition was a no brainer, we left his house walking on cloud nine.He did everything above board, he got a solicitor to draw up papers and a will that made us his beneficiaries, he even specified that if he lived more than 10 years we would get the money from his estate that at the moment was going. She put on a silky top that zipped all the way down the front, with no bra. Next, she slid into a sexy short skirt, with a slit up the side. She finished off her ensemble with high heeled shoes. She quickly fixed her hair, and applied a generous amount of makeup, enough to make her look a little slutty.Sara grabbed her drink, and slithered towards the living room. She could hear that the game was now over, and as she entered the room, saw her son sleeping soundly on the sofa. The other 3 boys. Relaxing, he pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and sat, free hand moving the long old fashioned coiled phone cord."So, you're going to Darien Lake next week?" Yes ... would you like to come?" Her voice was nervous, but not extremely so."Well ... yes," he said, before she started to think he'd said 'no', "but I'm not sure I can. I'll have to see." Your parents?" Well, yeah, them, but I also have to talk things over with Vicky and Bobby. Haven't done that yet." Oh."There was definitely.