Calmly...slipped...****Outside still, my two half-drunk friends debated over the meaning of the tiny lettering on the door."What's it say?" asked Lard.... "I can't read shit that small." It says 'CLINIC - of the Criminally Insane Anarchist Feminist Lesbians'," Chet replied."God-think we should do something?" Naw," said Chet. "He'll be fine."What the hell? I woke up, still strapped to the gurney. No pain, though. Must have got operated on. Feels OK. I tried to sit up, but the straps held my arms. "Ten-Hut!" the new First Sergeant's rumbling bellow smothered the excited chatter of new bike owners. "As you were," the leader gestured us to stand easy as she strode to the armor's oaken counter and hoisted a blackbody AR-15 over her black barretted head. "Armory call. Semi-automatics to those with military training. Belinda, and Sky, you'll be riding point, retrieve your weapons and mission kit from Brenda. Everyone else, follow me. We'll take our pick of the hunting rifles." Sheila. Multiple things happened at once, and when the dust settled and the sound of a gun going off faded away, Adam was lying on the ground dead. The sheriff was sitting on the ground with Adam's gun in his hand pointing at where Adam had been.Jason had watched, and was ready. He had also read the body language of the sheriff and knew that he was facing a hard choice. Mentally, he told Jon, who was on the roof, not to fire unless the man got passed the sheriff. When he saw Adam turn to hit the. How many of us could hope to begin to understand the pain of this kind of loss?How many of us could come through with our sanity and humanity intact?Ian closed down his computer and walked slowly from the room.The castle, built in the 8th century, was part of the legacy.If you were called this is where you lived, the castle and the surrounding grounds had been the home of the chosen for the last eleven centuries.Each step that Ian took was a step another had taken before him; each step was an.