They were found. Something had torn them into pieces. These things are mean and big. One that we killed took six bullets and two shotgun blasts. Our c...aptain won't let us out without a partner and some heavy weapons. We have killed three but the one with your sister escaped. Five officers were killed at your house with one more in the hospital in critical condition." I'm sorry for them, Sir. What's being done now?" We have two men from our SWAT team tracking the one with your sister. It's. By now Dana was also restrained. She was crying softly. The vehicle was dimly lit. Too my left was a wall with a door leading to the front. All the men had gone up front, leaving Dana and myself alone. Or so I thought."Lisa, ohmygod Lisa!" I turned in the direction Dana was looking, toward the back of the truck. We could see what looked like two beds, one above the other, like bunks. The top bunk was empty, but not the bottom. In the dim light I could see two women lying on their backs, side by. Well I guess I could wait around and see what happens, this place is suppose to be hot and always jumping is what I was told. Another hour nothing happens, when out of the blue, this big white fucking stud walks up to me and bam, slaps the fuck out of my face, saying what you doing up in here, this is a place for big fucking men, not your short black ass. A little shock, but kept my game face on and said what's it to you weak fucker? I was turned as I am a Sadist myself, so I told him you hit. ’ Dylan assured his mother with pleading eyes. He knew that she wasn’t happy with it, but he also knew that she was only looking out for him. Dylan was fifteen when his father died. The Montgomery dynasty was booming at that time in the early 80’s, and Dylan’s father was in the lead. Literally and figuratively. The Montgomery’s came from a long line of racecar drivers and at the height of the NASCAR frenzy, Dylan’s father was in the thick of it. He was god. Well, so Dylan thought anyway. It.