He was tempted to write the incident in his patrol log just to have another story to tell his grandkids, but decided not to. The image of pale white, ...elatinous tubes with mouths full of needles still turned his stomach an hour later.An hour's trek on a game trail and the Vizz tracers started to beep. They indicated targets two or three klicks forward and the Vizz were bouncing through the terrain. Gavril stopped his men and had Corporal Hairball set up the satellite link to get the latest. Each section is prefixed by name. It is written for my enjoyment and hopefully yours as well. —– Michael: They call me Saint Michael behind my back, some with reverence, some with disdain and others with suspicion. All have a theory about my past but no-one knows the full story of the betrayal of my oath. —– Sally: It all began when my husband and I decided to build a family. I stopped taking the pill and we planned a holiday on the adriatic coast, a sort of second honeymoon, we even. I am three years her senior and only weigh a few pounds more than I did when we were married. It just seemed that our life was consumed with trying to make ends meet and keep the façade of success, at least as many people in our culture perceive it.Divorce was not something either of us really wanted, but it seemed that our marriage was not something we wanted very badly, either. We were simply tired and depressed with our lives. Thus, we had begun to consider divorce, but felt we were too far. Terence had fiery red wavy hair down to his shoulders."Terence was only a couple years older than she was," Chelsea thought."'She' is much too young for Douglas." This distracted her fromrealizing that Terence had very small breasts and hardly any curves atall.Winnie was called down to meet her new babysitter. Chelsea was quiteshocked at what she saw. Winnie wasn't a boy, but a grown woman withshort hair in a boy's style. She was at least thirty-five according toChelsea's uninformed.