‘Never married. I had a girlfriend, but she did succumb to the flu.’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,’ she said. ‘Well, what did you do with y...our life? A lot of us expected you’d be a Nobel Prize winner or something by now. You a doctor?’ ‘Professor at Cambridge University,’ he said, and could prove it to with his government-doctored papers and history. Mona was vocally impressed. But how much more impressed would she be to learn the truth. To see how his brains could turn a world into hell. ‘Well,. Busted!“Kathy,” he protested, “I’ve never seen you in a skirt before. Very nice!”“Glad you like them,” she laughed and waltzed off.She had taunted him: ‘Glad you like them.’ Her legs, not the skirt. He would have to watch that girl very carefully in future. Far too forward! Especially if she started wearing those short skirts!Vicky was still laughing. She came over.“You’ve no idea how good it is to see you happy again,” she said, and kissed his forehead.He growled, she laughed, and went back to. ”The anger I’d been holding in check was released at that point. With a calm coolness I’d almost forgotten I possessed; I slowly extended the stock of the M4 while yelling back at the riders. “That’s not going to happen. Enjoy your last breath, gents, because you’ll be dead before the minute hand moves again.”Raising the rifle to my shoulder, I fired four quick shots. Just that quickly, the four would-be bad men were lying dead on the road. It happened just that fast, but to me it seemed as if. "Fine, now how about an assessment of the damages," I said."Well they tell me that the broken ribs are from the impact of some 9mm slugs that you took to your vest. Three of them as a matter of fact," he said."That guy must have been a better shot them me," I said."You some how got some scraped to your scalp, but they are superficial. The major damage came from a slug that went into the fleshy part of your neck. It didn't hit anything too vital. Taken together with the broken ribs, you are.