The cleaning crew had been in, and had moved the furniture to vacuum. They hadn't put the chair near where Victoria was standing back exactly where it...had been, exactly where Megan knew it had always been. The first bolt hit Victoria squarely, and, I believe, was intended to throw her against the wall, to get her out of the way. However, it threw her against the chair instead, stopping her from going as far as intended. The second bolt hit the bullet fired by Amy, knocking it out of the. His back and legs were heavily marked with fresh red lines and older deep purple streaks which, however visually and erotically appealing to her, were clearly not getting the message through to him. She pondered the problem while sliding the tip of the cane up and down his back, tapping on some of the older bruises as she did so and illiciting quiet moans from him. Obviously more extreme measures were called for. He'd had his chance to learn his proper role in life the easy way, now he was. Jennifer looked around and saw an explosion just to the side of her aircraft. She started back up when another explosion hit just under the nose of the aircraft. Jennifer felt several hard hits on the aircraft. She felt something slam into her right breast. Her right arm went numb and flopped away from the controls. The aircraft began to nose right and drop toward the tarmac.Jennifer looked down and saw a mass of blood on the right side of her chest. Her flight suit had been torn open and she. I shrugged and went to the small opening.An officer looked up from the computer monitor in front of him. He was big, both tall and heavy, but he sat in a cheap leather office chair and stared at me as if I had interrupted his Saturday morning cartoons. “Can I help you?” he asked. His tone matched his expression.“Yes, my name is Seth Connors and I wanted to talk to someone about the investigation into my father’s disappearance.”“Are you here to report a missing person?” he asked, his voice dry.