His uncle noticed and looked over his shoulder. He lifted the chain and star from Wayne’s hand and turned it over carefully to read the engraving.�...�I see,” he breathed. “I was right. You’re being initiated into the mysteries.” Wayne assumed that his uncle meant he was in love and sighed.“Yeah, I guess you could say so.”“This isn’t your namesign, is it?” his uncle asked.“No. It’s Judith’s. My girlfriend.”“Mmmhmm. And do you have a sign?”“No. I don’t think so,” Wayne answered, trying to think if. Revanche chuckled to himself saying gee wouldn't they all be real surprised that for months now he had been reading and learning from the Book of Cairin, after all he had Cairin blood in him too, something old Mar seemed to have forgotten.Revanche didn't hear the tears in his voice as he talked about how much he missed Laurel saying good night to him, but it was his own fault since he had snapped at her the last few times she had said something to him, she just didn't understand and he couldn't. They were in the Black Forest, several kilometers along an old road built for the lumber industry twenty years before when logging had been a big business. The place was littered with shot up cans, broken bottles, and tatters of paper targets. It had long been a favorite spot for weekend gun enthusiasts from Stuttgart and the smaller local towns to drink beer and shoot their grandfathers' old Mausers."Alright, let me do it..." Eva said, carefully removing the glove from Wolfgang's hand, pulling. Grab a bite to eat if you’re hungry. See you in an hour.”The colony’s leader turned on her heel and walked into the cabin.WTF! Debriefed? That didn’t sound family-friendly-fuzzy to me. In my limited military experience, debriefings were a crapshoot between a mindfull and Monday morning quarterbacking. Victory has a thousand fathers while his twin brother, defeat is an orphan.When things went well, debriefings were a cakewalk; otherwise, the interrogation took on shades of the Spanish.