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achette. 6ust as he was beginning to doze off, the telephone rang, it was hisboss, *anan %hah, #/et down here and 3uick,# he said in his Indian accentedvoice. %hah was Indian and was a pesky one at that, he e-pected things to bedone right and 3uick, #"nd hurry0# yelled out %hah on the other end of theline. %chu acher dropped the phone and practically ran to %hah7s office

downstairs, not bothering to take the elevator.

&e walked up to %hah7s desk, %hah was playing pinball on hisco puter, # oss, you should really be filling out the docu ents.# he said.#Well so eone7s supposed to do paperwork and answer phones. #I know, Iknow, but...# #!o buts0# #/o back and finish what you7re supposed to finish,ok0# #1+% %I20# %chu acher yelled out abruptly,# ut what did you call e upfor8# #Well looks like so eones not forgetful.# %hah said, he 3uickly finishedby saying, #I was going to ask you to fill out a security sheet a on thenineteenth floor, but while you7re at it, why don7t you bring e so e coffeefro the lounge8# #%ure,# %chu acher said, and left. "fter finishing thesecurity sheet and giving %hah his coffee, %chu acher trudged back up thestairs to his little office, hidden behind a planting of peace lilies. Those liliesreally helped keep his privacy as well as his sanity, it had been there sincethe day his father passed away, three years back. +veryti e he thoughtabout his father7s violent end, tears will co e to his eyes. +veryti e he hadto help prepare security or paperwork before a speech, he thought about thelast day, the last hour, the last inute, and the last second he saw his father.

&e re e bered it well in depth, it was two years ago in %outh "frica,everything was going fine, things were cal and gentle back then. &i self,his father, and a few other " ericans were (ust helping unload the fa inerelief fund and food. "ll was cal , they e-pected this to go 3uickly, and soonthey were done unpacking out the goods, all tired and sweaty, they begain tocli b up to the truck. %uddenly, the people who they thought were civillians,drew up hidden weapons fro the feed baskets they were carrying. #9uick,get the guns0# yelled his father, #I7ll use the pistols, Tyler, get the shotguns,and Charlie, get that *:"4 fro the back0# cried his father. There was uchfighting, "k;:5 bullets wizzed out and around Tyler, a few nearly tagged hi ,one scraped his ar , and a frag ent fro a rocket;propelled grenadescratched his thigh, e-cept for his father, hi self, and the %eargent na edCharlie, all the others were either dead or dying. Tyler had no way of saving

the , so instead he prayed for it to be over. "nd it soon did, an 2 / shelledhit the truck and sent hi flying, his father was also thrown, Charlie is agonner already, laying otionless on a bag of rice. "n aggresive looking anwith a cobra tatoo on his neck walked towards his in(ured father, a ini;uziachine pistol in hand, #2evenge is like a phanto .# his father anaged tosay, #"lways on it until the last person falls down.# Tyler watched with wateryeyes as the an ai ed the achine pistol between his father7s head and

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