Her tears were flowing freely and falling onto the dressing table in front of her.“Good girl.” Joanne said soothingly.“Get up and lie face down ...on your bed. I’ll go and get some cream and then we can have a chat.” She watched as her seventeen-year-old sister slowly stood up and turned around. She wiped tears from her eyes and rubbed her nose with the back of her right hand.Gabrielle Wilson walked over to her double bed and lay face down, burying her head into her pillows once again. The older. And then my surprise turned to anger. I didn't know or recognize the face, but it wasn't what I was expecting to find waiting for me in this warehouse, with a deadly rifle. I was expecting a middle-aged white man, perhaps one of the Vietnam Veterans who couldn't adjust to a peacetime America. Instead, it was a woman's face staring down the gun barrel. No wonder that there was no description of the Rifleman. With my goggles, I could see that she was a young beautiful woman that was attractive,. "You want to fight?" Dirk says. "We're going to have plenty of time."Agents cuff me as well, twisting my arm behind my back until it hurts.I'm bigger than all four of these agents. In a fair fight, I would twistthem into broken bones and bloody meat. My hands twitch just thinkingabout it."You dumb asses know you are supposed to work together, right?" says afeminine voice behind right behind us. I know that voice.There she is, in all her pink satin glory. Tight skirt. Frilly blouse.High heels. Richard looked at the number. There was a number 9 on the sign painted in bright red. The only boat in the Marina was a large inboard-outboard thirty-eight footer cruising toward them slowly. James had told Richard that Mr. Yackamura had one of the largest personal boats on the ocean. He wondered how James could screw up like that.As the two of them stood there thinking about what their next move might be, the thirty-eight footer pulled into slip #9. Two crewmembers wearing white dungarees,.