And your normal social life, but that doesn’t so much bother you. The work is meaningful. Every day you thank whatever dark gods might be real you d...dn’t end up one of those child-scaring boogiemen parents use to get kids to brush their teeth. It sounds positively miserable. Killing and devouring murderers, rapists, extortionists, the darkest dregs of society, all of whom will never be caught without you … it’s fulfilling work. And it’s the only way you can eat, so there’s that.You nearly jump. But you will not use that language in the presence of a woman. Do you understand?" she said.I smiled again. "No! I don't understand." I said. "Psst! Stomp your foot, make a angry voice." I whispered. Claire smiled again. "Listen Mister! Stomp! Stomp! I don't approve of that language." she said. "Ok! Don't get mad Boss. I'm just a guy. It the way guys talk to each other. Relax!" I said. "Don't tell me to relax. That kind of talk end today. Mister! Now stand up." she said in a very strong tone.I. Surely you don't mean to..." They've been through basic training haven't they?" Jackson interrupted. "Get them armed and on the move. Right now." Yes sir," Cargill said."Be sure to let them know what they're up against and that they will be in fact rebelling against WestHem, but get those that will go out there. And we'll need some armor on those entrances as well. As soon as you get some APC crews ready, get their vehicles moving. Send them out through the main entrance like we did Dealerman's. “You want me to hold your hand when I cross the street! You won’t let me climb a tree, because I might scrape my knee. You want to stifle me forever!““No I don’t,” I said, trying to calm her down. “I’m your dad. I have to worry about you. It’s my job.”“It’s not your job to worry about me,” she argued, still scowling. “It’s your job to love me ... and support me ... and help me be who I want to be!”“Okay, okay,” I said, reaching to touch her. “I get it. It’s hard, but I’ll try.”And then she.