As he pulled a fresh uniform out of the closet, he thought to himself, "Damn, it's gonna be a rough day. I sure as hell am gonna get my ass back to th...e lab as soon as freakin' possible!" We have reason to believe the new 'powers that be' are going to affect a change in their rituals. Increased communications on their new 'scrambled' cellular frequencies would indicate possible changes on the horizon as to how they treat you. The psychological makeup of the men interrogating you indicate the use. They had hundreds of styles and shapes. It had to be small, easy to conceal, and easy to operate in a hurry. I just didn't find what I wanted. I did find a small version of the standard combat knife with a rig similar to a shoulder holster for a hand gun. It kept the knife under my arm to my side and with loose fitting clothes would do. I did have a good look at all the self defense items and military surplus items. I would be coming back here a lot. By 8:30 AM I was back home and in bed.I felt. The intensity of the look the boys gave Carmina made the hair on the back of her neck bristle."Do you recognize this?" Mort asked her, waving that something at her. His hand slowed and chills ran through her. It was her 'Green Card.'Mort took a step toward her and thrust his hand into her face, folded it around the card. Deepening his voice and lowering his face, he looked at Carmina, threateningly through the bottoms of his eyebrows."Yes, you do recognize this, don't you," Mort said, bringing. At last, he finished. It brought a sense of relief, immediately followed by guilt.He rolled off Tatya and saw the tears she was now shedding. He had hurt the woman he loved. He had allowed his anger to take over and it may have destroyed the love she professed."I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I should never have done that."She was shaking her head in denial. "No ... no ... I caused this. This is all my doing. I made you do this. It's not your fault." I promise ... it will never happen.