"I was pretty damn sure the Captain's spinal cord had been severed and he would never walk again, but I lied, "Shit Sir! It beats the hell out of push...ng up daisies."The Captain countered, "Like hell it does! If I turn up as a paraplegic, it's your and Sgt. Reynolds fault and you'll pay."I didn't want to get into it with the Captain so I was glad when the driver stopped the Humvee. It was like we were met by a fucking swarm of locust. Marines came up to the Humvee, opened the doors and I yelled. Willow got tears in her eyes and choked up slightly. "I'm here ... to apologize. I know you won the court case and all of that, but I couldn't live with myself any longer without talking to you personally about what Dean Atkins did. I feel partially responsible for bringing him here, and getting him involved in this story."Willow went on, "First, and please believe me, I knew nothing of the drone use or film when we came here to interview you about what happened at the convenience store; well,. ’ she whispered. ‘But I’m glad it turned out like this.’ She heard him sigh at the other end. ‘I can’t thank fate enough for letting me meet you..’ ‘Have you eaten yet?’ ‘I made a simple omelette today.’ he said softly. ‘It’s weird to eat on my own now without you.’ ‘Just make sure you eat well. And have a good breakfast to please Roseanne.’ He smiled. ‘If I neglected that she’d give me a good scolding.’ She stared up in silence for a moment. ‘I want you next to me..’ ‘I want you in my arms. It seemed to tremble on the verge of movement, in that instant representing to him everything that had ever opposed him and held him back, a target for all his anger, everything that had been done to him all through his life. Then concentration was lost as a stab of agony lanced through his head. He thought that he heard a sharp crack, as though someone had stepped on a nearby dry twig.His head slumped forward as he fought back a surge of dizziness, a wave of nausea that threatened to turn his.