She hold my hands tightly with fear. I knew its my time to follow up. I hold her closely and slowly started to feel her bra straps above her t-shirt. ...nd was slowly continuing massaging her back above her t-shirt. And i took here on hand with my another hand. She was letting me do this without uttering a word. Aroma of her body and hair was driving me badly. I kissed her hands. She looked at me which i was able to see through darkness. We both got more close enough to get into a comfortable. The obvious form of attack would be to keep firing at the target until we got lucky, but we would probably need hundreds, if not thousands, of rounds to accomplish anything. There had to be a better way!We couldn't rush the cone because of a multitude of machine guns set up with interlaced fields of fire. We had seen that when the flare had been shot into the room. This had unleashed a rain of bullets, marked by tracers, which seemed to cover the entire volume of the room up to about 25 feet. All of them were filthy and bruised, but their deepest cuts weren’t physical. Hannah would need help for years. Not for the first time, he felt sick to his stomach about it all. He’d watched Hannah and Devon as they grew up, seen them change from girls to young women before they blossomed into the knockouts they are now. He’d been on the first flight out from Nashville when the department got the call about Hannah. He and his supervising officer had gotten there hardly an hour after Hannah had. I had been in that building for such a long time and did not realize how wonderful the outdoors felt.There was a slight breeze and the birds were trying to be heard over the city traffic noise.I looked around and noticed that the street number that I was at was #12 and my wife said I was to meet her at #60.The numbers were running higher to the left so that was my direction. The sidewalks were thinning out as most of the people were returning from lunch. A little further walking and I noticed.