"Fantastic. My office is actually in Los Angeles and the address is 4692 Jameson Lane. Try and be there around one-ish. Good to talk to you, Miss West..."She hung up the phone, the rushed phone call disorienting her so much that if it wasn't for hearing the water cut off in the shower, she probably would have just continued standing there in a haze. The surge of excitement about telling Freddie about the opportunity was quickly replaced by the shame of forgetting about joining him in the shower,. "I pulled and she hesitated before looking back as I took her sister's hand and pulled her with us. I walked through the wide mall corridor and they finally pulled back and resisted. I turned to face them, "you are conscripted and mine by our law and the law of War. Resist and I will put you in restraints."They looked at each other and Sofia spoke, "you can not conscript us."I smile as I turned and started pulling them after me, "actually I can. I looked up our system laws and it states no. Mom got really mad at that and called him a really bad name. Then she came in and got me and packed all my stuff and we left without even telling them goodbye. Now they are both dead and I know they hated me because of what mom did."At that she started crying. I felt really bad for her. Here she could act so grown up and yet emotionally she was just a little girl, wanting love and approval. I hugged her to me and asked, "Cindy, is that why you told me earlier that your grandparents didn't love. I sighed and turned back to my friend. The shit just kept getting deeper and deeper.I'm climbing into the SUV, my body bruised and battered. Agonizing pain keeps me from moving too fast."Hurry!" Connie pleads from outside the vehicle.Then I'm putting Cori into her arms. Connie snatches her daughter from my hands and glares at me before turning to trudge up the hill. The cars shift, metal grinds, and Fuzz cries out in pain."Ma'am," I call to Connie. "Please get help. We need help."She doesn't.