Some drug ho had kicked the bucket there from an OD of smack. Just as he was going to leave the crime scene, he blew a tire. ‘Fuck.’ Henry shouted... ‘Fucking bullshit cocksucking drug addict cop stealing assholes.’ Detective had taken his name, and had been remarkably friendly. Henry was wary. He saw himself back in Nam. Henry cursed. When would he make money? He searched for bricks to make certain the cab didn’t roll. He cursed the shit kicking garbage as he walked the perimeter protecting his. "They've inherited the kingdom. It's bloodied, and broken, but they'll go right back to work, and pretty soon your father's old company will be flush with cash again."Then the Judge will send in his troops, and take all their cash, crippling them yet again. We'll never get them all, but the damage is so bad, they'll again never be what they were when they killed your family."The count of high government officials forced to resign is well over a hundred. We've been warned off taking reprisals. Those of the interior natives however were made of strong boughs with a thick coating of clay over leaves and grass. They were entirely impervious to wind and rain, and were really comfortable, being evidently erections of a permanent kind to which the inhabitants frequently returned. Where there were villages these huts were built in rows, the front of one hut being at the back of the other, and it appeared to be a singular but universal custom to erect a smaller hut at no great distance from. Are you going to pay me back?" I wanted to sound a little whiny and pissed at being made a slave to Miss Tiff's whims."Eddy," said mom jumping in right on cue, "I'm sure you can build your sister a radio with very little effort. I will pay for the parts if Tiff doesn't have the money. " What are you guys talking about?" asked Jane. She came in early on this discussion. I didn't want her involved in this until after the deal with Tiff had been concluded and the new Mark IV PEEPER was in Tiff's.