I mean, let's be honest ... is a six year old, or for that matter, a twenty year old responsible for slavery? No. Is it appropriate to have your six y...ear old not play with the black boy because you saw a liquor store get robbed a thousand blocks from where you're sheltering your life? Absolutely not, and you'd be better off leaving your kid at the playground. At least that way little Timmy can choose to have a fighting chance at whatever it is you've already desensitized him from, and if he's. A man stepped forward with a ribbon charge rolled up in his hand.He brushed the roll two or three times and cleared off sticking sand.He unrolled the ribbon charge and stuck it on the door.I heard the countdown in my ear as it counted down from four.The blast was loud; the door was gone as it blew apart in bits.That was the wake up for the Tangos that we kicked in their shit.I could smell the cordite in the air as a breeze wafted on by.My heart was pounding in my chest as I hoped I wouldn’t. "If governments here are run anything like they are back home, you can bet that what they have is probably way out of date. And that's just what we want this time." An hour later the six girls were gathered at a table in the main library. Calista and Kristal hunted through the shelves of books until they located a world atlas. "Here we go," said Calista. "Atlas of the World. It's over ten years old." She opened the book to a page that detailed their general location. "All right here's. Feeling warm in the secure knowledge that he was here, Myka pulled back the blanket, slipped out of her boots, and went to bed. In the slowly dimming light of the candle, the Ce'al girl smiled fondly at her slumbering giant and silently thanked him for his presence in her life.A reciprocating smile greeted her the following morning when she was jolted out of sleep by the shuddering halt to the ship. She could hear the frantic steps of the sailors overhead and the bellowing of both the captain.