Marilyn Carter — John Francis Sissons

Marilyn had dropped off the face of the earth. Her walk to school would be less than a block; her new route was covered the entire way. She was also told she did not have to go in to Kathy's office for a while. As Marilyn was digesting all of this information she answered her mother, Someone figured out that I am a blue. The danger for Hank was too great. Karen and I could handle anything, but he can't. We will miss the courtyard. Hairy Pig was lost in thought while rummaging around in his peeva locker. I wonder how that boy knew you. You say he came to you for help?Marilyn sat down in her chair assuming her favorite position. He was genuine. Karen and I felt it. The girl was close to death. Those morons would have been caught, but only after her death. The medics say that she will recover physically, but she will have to undergo stress therapy for years. He was in tears. He must have really loved that girl to put himself in that kind of danger. I hope he changes his name and moves. Those little pigs do not forget and he was on video. Bonnie was still shaken. So the police think the 'pigs' as you called them are after you? Marilyn shrugged. They are morons. I have been given the 11b I had on the raid and told to carry it at all times. Mary Prichard will have a cow when I tell her.Hank had downed one crystal carafe of red wine and was refilling from the one Bonnie had not touched. He was shaking his head as he said, I was scared out of my mind. The 11bs make a loud hissing bright yellow plasma streak a kilometer long. When the boys were hit they screamed and flopped on the ground. The restraints were not applied gently. The boys Marilyn shot dropped as if hit in the head with a brick. The one running away thought he had gotten away. I was ten meters away from him and he was grinning from ear to ear when a yellow plasma streak out of nowhere hit him in his right upper back. He was moving at an angle behind the truck I was sitting in. If Marilyn had missed the kid she would have hit the truck. The kid's clothes smoked and his flesh was seared. And that was the non-lethal setting. He dropped as if I had hit him in the head with a ball bat. Hank gesticulated with both wine carafes, He was that close to me. Hank was hyperventilating as he told his story of the raid. Bonnie cried out, Marilyn, you did that?