According to my mother, he has not been out of bed for three days. She has locked away the wine and spirits, so he must be sober. I will drop in later...today and get him out of bed. He has to do his duty. The Lords are in session, and he has to appear tomorrow.”The meeting between Ellen and Harriet was strained in the beginning, both were at a loss of what to say. Ellen knew that Harriet was angry and disappointed at her son, and she did not want to twist the knife even more. The situation was. After eating a bit too much meat and drinking a couple too many Ciproshkas, Maggie had been ready to carry on partying. She didn't feel like partying alone but the other girls were tired and just wanted to go back to the hotel. So here she was, on her own. She walked over to the hotel room window. It was a great hotel right in the middle of the business district. Other hotels and office blocks surrounded her hotel. The window was floor to ceiling and the curtains were still open from when she. "Did I really get in a fight? With whom?" "Sergeant Mike McNeal from division." "Shit!" She stared at me in disbelief. "You broke about a dozen regulations last night and punched a superior officer. Great first impression, Alex." "What regulations did I break?" “For starters… you’re supposed to have your badge and weapon with you at all times, you don’t leave them in your car. Then there’s the issue of public intoxication and assault…" "My head feels like it’s in a fucking vice,” she. The first troop truck was for white soldiers while the last was all black.The arriving white soldiers wandered around viewing the dead as if they were for sale at an open air market. Eventually they got to the enemy dead. Most of the deaths resulted from my mental spears so there was little blood on the front of the uniforms. The remainder had died because of a spear to the heart, across the neck or through their skulls. The dead even looked organized.The first officer had got out of his jeep.