. right away, Tyrok!" she replied in an obedient whisper. Myron just stood there and watched as the beautiful red-headed irish girl of his dreams scur...ried across the court to the opponents bench to fetch the darker black boy's gym bag. Becky scurried back to Tyrok and placed the bag at his feet, unzipped it, and pulled out a small sweat towel, before handing it to him. Tyrok just wiped his brow and face with it before wiping off his broad chest. Becky zipped the bag shut and stood up. "See ya'. She greeted me with a kiss and said "I thought I would surprise you with a thank you breakfast." I told her that kiss alone was thanks enough. I sat down to a meal of eggs, bacon, toast and orange juice.After cleaning up the kitchen Kim and I went to the school to meet with the principal to discuss how this coach job was going to work. He said that he was willing to do whatever we needed and pull whatever strings he could to make this a success. I admitted to him that I had no idea how to coach. The bodies of the two nobles who shot at me and their horses lay almost where they had been when they released their crossbow bolts.None of their other troops even made it that far before falling or turning tail and retreating--right into the charging line of de Melun’s cavalry.Later, after we had secured the demoralized remnants of the Archbishop’s troops, I met de Melun near where the two nobles still lay. “I think I prefer meeting you on the battlefield like this,” he laughed. “I have never. The end result was it put covert missions like snatch and grabs a very dangerous profession.European politicians threw in their hands and ran like a bad case of the diarrhea to get away from the media glare. They denied they knew anything and passed all kinds of laws banning participation in covert ops.If the agency still had a place in Europe it had to have been buried deep. Even Gitmo was Ass-hole deep in lawyers now that our liberally insane administration had decided that terrorist had more.