Amy had lost weight while she was sick, so she was ravenous. I dropped them off at home and went to buy dinner. I got a sausage and pepperoni pizza fo... Amy and me and a special for Cindi and Victoria. I also bought a quart of Pistachio ice cream. For those with weak stomachs, you might want to skip the next paragraph at this point.Ok, remember, I warned you. Amy likes to tale alternate bites of sausage and pepperoni pizza with pistachio ice cream. As Cindi says, sometimes she is just way too. "Hey! See this? This is how that precious asshole of yours tried to kill me! So this is just payback!" If I recall correctly, you were the one who struck first. THAT was payback." Hey! We were just messing with him!" The way you're messing with us?" She gestured to the cage. "You're keeping us locked in a cage, and you know damn well they intend to kill us. That makes you accomplices in murder. That's a lot more than just 'messing' with us."Brandon huffed, unable to respond coherently, and Neal. ”She knew that I was joking and gave a rather restrained laugh. I caught up with Gary as he was walking home from work. I pulled my car up beside him and told him to get in. He hesitated and said that he liked to walk home. I knew straight away that he knew why I had come looking for him.“I didn’t ask, Gary. I am telling you. Now, get into the fucking car.”He climbed in and put his seatbelt on. I headed out of town towards a bush track where we often did some testing of our cars.“Do you know. Also kudos to my editor and co-writer TheSecretUnlikelyDuck who helps edit and has been a constant help)Seemingly overnight, a new organization known as the 'Onyx Foundation' established itself in Western Africa. Led by an ex-patriot African-American and with an extraordinary amount of capital, the organization created several companies, non-profits and security forces which quickly established dominance in several countries. Using this money, the organization imported the world's best minds.