He was happy with his progress, but hesitated before taking the nextobvious step. The computer desk was a mess of discarded takeout and sodacans, a sh...ine to the lifestyle he was trying to shake. It was alsodangerously comfortable, with his big, well-worn office chair and amachine full of games that were, even now, far more entertaining thancleaning. It was already on and, after all, he'd already achieved somuch. What harm could a quick break do? He pushed the thought aside as hetook a seat.. One of them was obviously true, according to this.” he reached over and plucked the ID from the younger Ranger’s fingers.While this was going on, we were filtering down the stairs and were finally on the tarmac instead of looking down at people. The younger Ranger had backed off several steps and stood there, his arms crossed, scowling at no one in particular, or maybe everyone present?“Dean Miller, deputy US marshal, active reserves. Any questions to be referred to the United States Attorney. Slowly, he lifted the headphones and could hear the faint sounds of INXS 'Need you tonight', which caused him to smile. He turned off the Walkman and sat it down on the bed and picked up the knife again, it glimmered sharp and proud in the moonlight and made all his words unnecessary but still he spoke in a soft tone of confidence"And Here I thought I was the only one who got turned on by INXS. Guess this is meant to be, huh?" he chuckled quietly, "I'm not going to hurt you, but I am going to. He wondered if she did that any better in person, and despite her diminutive size, he had no doubt she did.He cleaned up in the bathroom, washing off the blood, scrubbing the back of his hands. He hated thinking about Nick, hated that a man that was as good as he seemed to be was fighting for his life in a hospital while some homicidal maniac was running loose with the woman he loved. He dried off his hands on a towel that looked like it was ancient and probably had come with the house. Then he.