"Yeah… that was certainly… hush, I'm going to tell them… I guess I can control every atom of my being. I realized as I was unfreezing in this ho...e, that… you guys should have checked for a pulse, and-" Dude, you didn't have a fucking head!" Andre laughed. "I'm no doctor but that usually means something's dead." Anyway…" Freddie continued, his face muscles seemingly struggling. "I realized that I was in separate parts and so was my head. I could see what my eyes saw and little else, but I could. Elena had them stock their supplies for me. The restaurant underestimated the amount of sushi I can eat in one sitting.“David San,” a master Itamae, based on his uniform, said from behind me. “He who many believe exists only in stories told to Itamae in training. It is my honor to meet you. It is my pleasure to inform you that your meal here this evening is far from depleting our inventory should you wish to continue enjoying our sushi this evening.”Did the manager just get hit with one of. “Shit! Do you hear that?”“Sounds like a truck headed our way,” Chris agreed. “Look, there’s a hiding spot. Might be able to slip away, or at least get the jump on them.”They rolled into a nearby ditch with a large slab of rock covering most of it. This gave them some shelter and protection for the moment while they figured out the best way to approach the coming conflict. About fifty feet away, a pair of jeeps pulled to a stop, giving way to eight men appearing to be of Arab descent, all armed. Professor Dawes continued. “These grades, to be quite frank, are atrocious.” He stood and began walking around me, his hands clasped behind his back. “Nothing seems to be getting through to you. You are an adult, so we cannot hold you in detention. I am not your father, so I cannot take away your basic privileges.” He turned to look at me then, a glint in his eye. “I think what you need... is a good fucking.” “A-a fucking, sir?” I asked, unsure I had heard correctly. He.