"It was Justin, wasn't it? He went after you after he found out about us, didn't he?" His eyes searched her face, seeing the answer in her eyes before...she could drop them. "I'll kill the son of a bitch," he growled, pushing off the couch with rage growing in his stomach. "He had no right to touch you, no right at all." It's all right, dammit Ethan. They don't hurt. I'm fine. I handled it like I handle everything when it comes to Justin." She walked over to him and pushed him back on the couch. It had been really quiet all evening. No mortars, no thunder and no attack - yet. The generator was off and only the glow of a very few cooking fires could still be seen inside the camp. Meadows came by the commo bunker to check on things.“This waiting is worse that the mortar attacks were,” he told me. Sawyer came over while he was there.“You need to send your regular 2100 hrs. report,” he told Meadows. “Are you ready to try the new radio, Baker?” he asked me.“Yes. I just need to know what. Jasta nahi pan aas pas chya pach saha bayka aalya hotya. kahi aagdi mhataya hotya. kahi aaji va kaka aajobanshi bolat hotya kahi aaila kitchen madhe madat karat hotya va itar jawal pass basun gappa marat hotya. nemkya tyach divshi sakali 6 vajta light gele hote. ha 12 tasancha powercut aahe he sarvana samajla hota pan tyanchya sahi kahi te navin navta.Pan mala jaam tras hot hota. tithe vara pan yet navta. tasach don khidkya samai va dive vizu nayet mhanun bandh kelya hotya. sarva jan ghama ghum. I was undercover at Mad Marvin's House 'O' Electronics because someone on staff was taking a five finger discount on various gadgets and falsifying the shipping manifests. I figured there had to be two or more people involved and one was in management. I decided to catch the actual thieves first and get them to rat off their accomplices.So here I was wearing a thrift shop blouse and skirt, ratty B-ball Jordan's and my hair done up in a bandanna dutifully pushing a broom and looking.