He is threatening to kill them all. If you had no weapon whatsoever would you attack the hostage?I told the interviewer I couldn't answer that, since ... would never be in that situation. I would not go into a situation like that unarmed, unless I was bringing the terrorist some kind of way out. If they simply wanted someone to attack the terrorist and die without having done any good, I would never have agreed to go in. I remember my 1st sergeant's advice, from my first combat tour, "Save. I don't know what to say." Well, I do know what to say, you dishonored liar. Your life is ruined. I will see to that. It's up to you to decide whether you want me to ruin your partner's life." No ... you can ruin my life, but not hers." That's up to you. If you wish to spare your partner you will resign from the National Police, effective immediately. If you wish to spare your family and those two Americans, you will resign. That will be my revenge, destroying your career. Next Monday I will. All of a sudden, my friends were the talkitive ones and I got shy again. Though there was some reaction to my appearance, nobody knew what to think. Sooner rather than later, I found myself sitting in a chair, not really talking to anyone, thats when I saw Emily, finally. She was wearing a pair of her tight jeans and a tight shirt that read '69' on it and exposed her stomach. Her jeans were so low you could tell she shaves her pussy. I noticed that she and a bunch of her friends had. Amna reciprocated, with less passion but with the definite need of affection. Her aunt brought her hands around to the clasp at Amna’s back that held the strap of her bra together. “You don’t need to wear this you know,” she said with a chuckle. “It’s several sizes too small anyway!” She removed the bra and with a single gesture threw it into the waste-paper basket. Amna made no protest as her full breasts fell out unrestrained and felt instantly more comfortable. She made no protest, either,.