Kelly shifted her focus to her visor display.A thump! Almost immediately she received the expected three greens. Five seconds later a second set of th...mps and three greens. "Everyone G-T-F-O! Fifteen seconds!" Three seconds later, one, two greens. Kelly looked in the direction of three's gun pit. Third green! She let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.She glanced once more at the top of ridge and the Swarm laser trails leading up into the sky, then turned to the Gunny. He had. The worst part though, was that she was no longer smiling, she was crying in pain. It went on that way for a full year. Her physical wounds had healed but her emotional wounds had not. Derrick was serving a lifetime prison sentence but in her mind he was still alive and that was all that mattered, so she rarely left the house. She gave up her dreams of going to college and her parents allowed her to live with them for a period of time but they implied that eventually she would have to leave. There is a grand battle being fought out there between good and evil. I haven’t decided which side I’m on yet, other than my own, I mean. When you are what I am, life isn’t easy. I’m not going to bore you with the same old oh-my-Gosh-I-am-a-mixed-person in a racially divided society kind of crap. That’s not what this is all about. My father, Carl Thompson is a constable with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. In the eyes of the community, he’s an upstanding citizen. University of Toronto. It was just after five when he pulled up. I had on gloves and a toboggan, as well as a hand gun. As soon as he opened his room door I jumped out of my truck and pushed my way in before he could get it closed."Who are you? What do you want? Get out of here before I call the police." The name's Joe," I said. "I hear you've been fucking my wife and I came to get the photos. Where are they?" I never touched Shonda. She's lying to you. And I don't have any pictures." Well my friend, I never said.