"He again complained, "I don't think this plan is going to work."I'd had my fill of his whining so I ordered, "Sgt., the next time he complains shoot ...him."The Sgt. grinned in response, "Gladly."The L.Cpl. began to open his mouth, thought better of it and continued to help us move the ammo boxes.Flashback – Mira – Undisclosed locationThis was an amusing pastime I never grow old of. We had the Malodorous Major M and his men trapped in the disabled vehicle and now we were shooting random pieces. Jake was his name . I called and spoke with him telling him what had happened with work and our car and how we were gone be late for the rent. He told me that's fine but add 150 as a late fee and 10 dollars a day for ever day we are late. Rent was 900 dollars so this was going to be a big problem . a few weeks later jake catches up to me and my wife at the house we had been ducking him . he said look straight up give me my money now are get the fuck out. My wife was crying I was trying to talk. “And you know this how?” the Director asked, pointedly.“We both checked with our families while we were home for Christmas. Our fathers and grandfathers have all been in the Army, and have all been wounded at one time or another. They know nothing about the so called ‘gift’,” Roy told him.“Hmm... , “ was all the Director said before turning back to us ladies.“You ladies have accumulated quite a total of kills for just having completed your training,” he said next, switching topics.“We almost. And I believe you have just talked yourself into a dose of the cane. With a little help from your Headmaster. First, though, we will have to agree on some basic ground rules. So draw up that chair and sit down.”“While I still can, sir, you mean.” And with a weak smile, she did as he had bid.“So you're clear this must be kept strictly between the two of us?”“Absolutely, sir.“No confiding in special girlfriends.”“Haven't got any, and even if I had – ”“ – you wouldn't breathe a word. Right.” He.