He brought the Lynx closer so they could see better.The convoy stopped and they could see men in the jeep at the front pointing up at them. Jamie risk...d moving closer so they could try and identify who was in the buses. They could both see row upon row of young faces staring up at the helicopter, most of them frightened looking. Stuart pointed out the way the GPMGs on the jeeps were swinging to follow their flight and he indicated to Jamie that he should pull away."They don't look like. Quite a happy family scene! Alongside them, in an armchair, sat Rosalie . . . still, quite, quite fascinated by all that was going on. On the screen were pictures of Havers having his little fun and games with the girls on the healing benches.“There’s one thing I don’t understand,” said Rosalie as she watched Havers slapping ointment on to Julia’s bottom. “Why do they put up with it? I mean . . . why don’t they do away with themselves?Anything would be better than this. Especially for a. Dee Dee watched the process for several minutes, to be certain it started, and did not abort early for some reason. "Well, there's no need for me to sit here the entire two hours, while it does its work. I'll just use the restroom, and then grab a Diet soda and some munchies from the cafeteria for a little bit. Then I'll pop back in, and see how Jordan's doing." As she went by the carrier, Dee Dee glanced at Jordan, lying sound asleep inside. Even though the Plexiglas prevented a clear view. I order him to get down. He does it. I order him to put his hands up. He does it. I’m followed by six officers as I approach the suspect. It’s overkill, and I know it. These are no doubt as dirty as I was, these cops. These blood collectors. One of them’Branson’clubs him over the back of his neck, and they start going to work on him. By the time I can get a word to order the halt, he’s pretty tender. They drag him, and stow him into the back of my car, bruised, and bleeding. His hands are.