With no hesitation he calmly drew it across the minister's throat watching the blood pour out onto the other bodies littered under him. The Herceg hel... onto the hair watching with interest as the minister's bubbling gasps slowed and finally stopped."There. That makes things easier," the Herceg smiled and stood up letting the head flop back onto the floor. Ignoring the blood on his boots and the smell of piss and shit in the air, he looked at the oily residue from the minister's hair coating his. I jumped looking to see who was in my room. I turn on the light, and it was my little brother, Alex. I say little brother, but he's really only a year younger than I. I turned on the light.“What the fuck are you doing in my room, and in my clothes?” I was so confused, but he looked kinda cute. He's about five feet tall his hair is kinda long and styled, a little bit like Justin Beiber, but a much darker brown. He was kinda chubby, but that didn't bother me, not at all. I looked at him from head. Her name was Darla, yes Darla, like from the little rascals. She had some scumbag boyfriend who didn't work but yet couldn't drive her either. Long story short i guess they were involved with some pretty heavy d**gs together but that didn't really matter at the time. After a while, i started picking her up on the way to work instead of going to work and having the boss tell me to go get her. I'd even get served breakfast by her mom while i waited! Moving right in, right? Her mom loved me, the. I knew they were the newer ones; the 407 was NN730G that Adam wanted and the Blackhawk had the JBG decal on it.As we stepped to the tarmac the mechanics and the C130 pilots waved us over as we stepped onto the tarmac. I recognized Adam right away. There were all smiles as they walked to meet us."It's great to finally see you two in person. I was a little worried whether we would get to meet you girls after we started getting reports that you were at Bogota embassy, I thought another Benghazi.