The cartel made sure that I could handle what I was doing. They trained me to be fearless. I slipped nimbly out of the coat and pulled a knife from th... pouch. A Fairbairn Sykes fighting knife, if you know anything about knives you have heard of this. For those who haven’t, this knife was designed in World War II and became the best in the world. I strung this into a concealed position on my belt. Reaching to the pouch again I removed a gun in a shoulder holster. Nothing flashy, a nine. I walked on in and saw Larry standing there looking through the doorway that adjoins our bedroom. He jumped when he saw me. "Oh, man. I'm sorry," he stammered. "It's just that when I came in here, the door was open. A-and when I was about to leave, I just saw her laying there like that!" I stepped around Larry and looked into the bedroom. Sandy was lying on her side facing away from us, with her legs kind of tucked under her slightly. She had gone to bed wearing a nightgown, but it had ridden. “Write down a game you want to play , we’ll fold it in half, and draw from a hat”Everyone eagerly agreed, and did as instructed. John upended a bowl of fruit, and used it, instead of a hat.“You draw Jackie!” John announced.Jackie did so, and unfolded the paper. “Truth or Dare” she announced.“That's a pretty childish game” Olivia said. She wasn’t very keen on the idea of truth and dare. “Maybe we could pick another.”“It doesn’t have to be childish” Jackie scowled.What is she doing? Olivia’s. Its just so hard to believe that something that could make me this happy isnt a dream, she said. Maybe its mine? How can we know? She kissed him again. Did that feel real? Kazuhiro waited for the room to stop spinning. Oh yes, he said. Very real. She smiled. How much more real do you want? she said, taking him to the bed. Lieutenant Yamaji? Lieutenant? Kazuhiro opened his eyes. Dreaming again? He hadnt slept in over forty hours, ever since reporting in. He kept drifting off into a dream about.