Most wore a utilitarian leather collar while a few wore wide black collars with a box attached to the side. A few had their heads shaved while the res... had dirty, stringy hair.Carl stepped closer to the doorman so he could be heard clearly, "Hey Randy, let me tell you what I am looking for." As Carl talked, he peeled a one hundred dollar bill off of the money clip he had taken from his pocket. He handed the bill to the doorman who was now giving him his undivided attention. "The blonde needs a. No, that’s a lie…she’d rather deal with this family….even Luke…than her family any day. She’d stay….just long enough to save up enough money to get away. She’d go far enough away that she could forget everything, including Luke. ‘I’m sorry.’ Hannah’s head snaps up at the husky voice against her ear. ‘W..What?’ Luke smiles softly. The look on her face when as he walks into the living room scares him to death. The flush of her cheeks, her puffy bottom lip sucked up between her teeth…he can almost. ." Sam was going to say 'chivalrous’, ‘too much of a gentleman’, or something like that but about then, he came back into the apartment, carrying a small duffle bag and a box of microwave popcorn, just in time to hear his name."I'm what?" A dork!" Sam replied with a smirk and he stuck out his tongue at her.Melanie just rolled her eyes at their banter and Sam seductively licked her lips back at him, just to tease him, unseen by Melanie.The trio made popcorn, ordered a couple of pizzas and a. But he took it in stride, and excelled at every training session. He was almost ready for an assignment. Just one more thing to do to finish his ranger training. They told him he needed to learn how to handle a firearm. Learn how? He had been raised with a firearm in his hands from the age of twelve. He was an excellent shooter, both on the firing range and in the field. He had never failed to gain his hunting limit since his fourteenth birthday. And on the firing range he never had a shot.