OK, we were prepared for trouble on this one because of them being able to call for help, but we decided to go with the raid, in spite of the danger. ...his time, we knew nothing about the building, other than it looked like a typical warehouse. I was not very happy about our lack of knowledge, but I figured our training could carry us through.We found a door that looked promising, so Gail opened it for us and swung the door open. This time, there was no gunfire, so there must not have been an. She turned back to Julie in confusion."But you're dating that assho—" she started before abruptly shutting her mouth. I couldn't help but start laughing, and Karen was about to join me when we heard another voice from the doorway on the opposite side of the room."That asshole Andy Richardson?"We looked up to see a good-looking guy in his early forties with a broad grin on his face leaning against the door frame."Daddy!" Julie squeaked."Hi, punkin," he said. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist. I did something I never did before: my fingers headed for the titanium plate in my head and - tink tink tink - I was trying to initiate contact with what was left of Master Chief Martinez. Before this, he had always called on me."MC, you home?" I thought to myself, or to him - whatever."No, I'm at the bar around the corner, chatting up a blonde. Of course, I'm right here." Don't you just love it when the voice in your head is sarcastic? "And before you officially ask: I know I said to get an. Carol leaned in, soft pink lips pressed together and gave his lips a little peck. Daddy grabbed her head and pulled her face up to his. Carol squirmed as Daddy's tongue rolled against hers and his hot breath blasted his face. Then he let go and Carol gave a little surprised yelp. Daddy stood up and his shadow fell on her, blocking out the sun."Get a move on."Then he walked back into the house and slammed the door in her face. Carol looked over and saw her neighbor Miss Pokey sitting in a chair.