As two of the guys held his arms as we removed the gag. “What the fuck are you guys doing, why are you guys here” he asked. “Shut up” I said, ...ust barely raising my voice. “We have decided that we are going to use you to play out a fantasy later tonight but for now we are just going to have a little fun” Johnny said. “What are you talking about, let me go” he yelled, as he continued to struggle. Jason helped hold Billy down as he said “what we are talking about is fucking you till you bleed”.. Finding a tattered Donkey Kong t-shirt, I walk slowly to the door while pulling it over my head. ‘Who is it?’ ‘You know who it is already. It’s cold out here, open the door.’ I shake my head. Of course I knew who it was, she’s the only person who could stop by so late without getting laid out. Seems like I should revoke her privilege as well. I open the door, and, almost as if on cue in a movie, I also opened my mouth, but nothing came out except air. Standing 5’5′, she was as smart as she was. He was referring to Verne Sawyer, a techno geek on the newspaper’s payroll. Katrina had worked with him a few times. While not exactly a reporter, his computer expertise and hacking skills had helped to ferret out plenty of secrets in the past. “He’s been working on the Ashton Technologies angle, but the security on that place is tight as a drum. He did manage to find an imperfectly deleted memo on the system. Something about the treatment of patients who are suicidal or catatonic after being. Mrs. Jones and Professor Dubois were leaving from Boston’s Logan Airport Tuesday morning for a conference in Los Angeles. I skipped out of class ready for a crisp fall day. Tuesday morning the phone woke me up. I reached for it, knocking my alarm clock off the nightstand. ‘Star! Star! They’re dead! Professor Jones is dead!’ Instantly awake I began to shiver. ‘What!?’ ‘Their plane. It went into the World Trade Center. It’s on the news. Turn on the TV.’ I jumped out of bed and ran into the living.