Cloris was ill.

We assumed she was recovering, she'd been shot before, but she seemed to lose her…will.


She had no family. Didn't believe much except a Sigg beats a Glock in the heat and, well, I don't know what else she believed.


We weren't fighting for America anymore. Maybe we lost focus. Once we got the baby to Berlin everything changed.


You're not supposed to think you can reach out and touch the matrix…that's absurd. But we delivered the child of Mohammed to the The Council, thwarting the Vatican and all of Islam. Jesus H. Christ would they be pissed.


The Jews offered the most money for The Babe, but the vinyardists won. They get everything anymore but there is nothing we can do.

Nothing.

We'd be damned fools to try.


Cloris adored her mates in SBS, they saved her bacon in Afghanistan…long enough for us to spend a dear bit of time together.


It was beastly. The whole thing.