I mean, he was good looking: tall, muscular, dark hair, and a smile that made all girls swoon. And he was sweet. He defiantly had a lot going for him....OK, so I had thought about us getting together several times and did have strong feelings for him, but he never really showed the same signs. We were just friends. It was the Friday before winter break. I had just changed into sweats and a tank top after getting home when he said we should have a movie night. So I walked over to his apartment.. The distant sounds of shattering glass announced the second insertion team entering through the main entrance. They met no resistance as they proceeded along the internal corridor before meeting up with them in the foyer. A man with a bandaged nose knelt on the ground with his fingers interlaced behind his neck, looking decidedly unhappy. "Who else is in the building?" Hammond demanded.The man glared back but said nothing. After securing him in handcuffs, they performed a room by room search. A. Neither was willing to stop; not until the job was done. Not until they were finished.They were dressed similarly, both in dark black cloaks with a single wide piece of rolled white cloth circling each of their upper arms. Their pants were a formless mass of dark gray with various rips and tears throughout. The hem at the bottom of each leg was rolled up unevenly, a clear sign the clothing was not their own. The hems had to be rolled lest the overly large legs drag through the muddy sludge.. "Ugh."What had happened to me, and to her, last night? I wanted to tell her,but....I couldn't. I couldn't form the words. And the memory of itwas fading, like a bad dream that dissipates in the light of day."What are you staring at?" she said. "It's not the first time I've beenhung over." Again I tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come."Nothing," I said."God, I just feel weird." She fumbled with her wrinkled lingerie. "Ugh,my ti...my breasts feel swollen."She'd almost said.