Diane saw how crushed he was, and not even the appearance of a few of the cheerleaders that appeared and consoled him with hugs and kisses seemed to h...lp. One busty redhead seemed to be a special friend, and gave Billy an extra long hug, and after they had left Diane asked him about her. "Oh, Chelsea?" Billy grimaced. "We went together for a while last year." "I guess it still pays to be a football hero," Diane said with a grin. "They always seem to get all the pretty girls." "I'm not a hero,". After sloshing through two murky puddles of urine and used condoms, I reached the pleasantly lit ‘rear entrance’ without further problems. Figuring that at this point, I would have to burn the hoodie anyway, I once again extended the sleeve, and briskly pushed the glass door open.A pleasant warm breeze of sweat, semen and Lysol wafted into my face as I entered. I purposefully strode to the handsome clerk in the stained wife-beater, and presented a crisp $10 bill to gain admittance through the. I'd have to think about this use of language. In one sense, it made me more human – if 'more' was even possible, I conceded to myself – but in another sense it tended to distance me from the true nature of the deeds I was planning.]I had used drones in Mexico, but borrowing a drone from the military to strike at a building in Manassas, Virginia, would not be practical either. But a small drone, something that could attack just one person, and hopefully be ignored in the aftermath would be. I had to jump out of a perfectly good plane, 30,000 feet up in the air. Oh god. I had already signed all the necessary forms and stuff. I’d paid the fee. I was now just waiting for the plane to get back from its first run. I stood there taking deep breaths, watching the sky for any sign of the little plane that I would soon hurl myself out of. That’s when I heard his voice for the first time. It was soft and deep, and had a sort of raspy edge to it, just enough to send goose bumps over my body..