He opened one of the double doors slightly and emptied the twelve shot automatic in the direction of the cars. Two tires on the first car were hit and... went flat. One tire on the second car was hit. The windshields were untouched. Greg ran out of bullets and exclaimed, "Nuts."He grabbed two of the smallest rocks off the pile and opened the door wider. He stepped clear of the door and let fly with the two rocks. Two windshields were spider webbed with fine lines. "There," he told himself with. " You loved him." It wasn't really a question."Yes, I did. I still do." She flipped back to the end of the album to a family portrait. Ma-mère was seated in the middle along with four children, one of whom was her grandmother. A handsome man sat next to her, but he was not the man in the German army uniform. "After he died, I married again, and I loved this man, too. But not as much as I loved my Christof." What happened, Ma-mère?"Marie didn't say another word. Instead, she handed her wide-eyed. But it was the trip to the night club that made the lad squirm,She went with a girlfriend, one who she knew had a bigger mouth than the Thames! They had been in the place but ten minutes when she saw a young man who would suit her purpose well, a tidy looking lad, sleek hair, good looks, 5ft 10, sharp dresser, and best of all…a braggart, an obvious show-off. Better than that, he had a friend, casenova himself, he also had a chap with him, not as sharp, in dress or wits, but known to be a bit of. We weren't the only kids to get the suits. Like there was Amy. I hadalways felt sorry for her. I mean, sure, she could burst into flames likethe human torch in the comics, but every time she powered down she wasnude, since her clothes were destroyed in her transformation.Then there was Owen, whose suit transformed into a leather jacket with noshirt underneath, which guess was fine since he had become invulnerable.He called himself Lancer. Yeah, just like the old five-man-band trope. Ihonestly.