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Show Page 305 here all the time. But t h a t d i d n ' t make Shannon stupid or s e l f i s h or a jjnmature baby. She wasn't a immature baby anymore. Even Spikey knew what she was now. He c a l l e d her woman now. Shannon threw her shoulders up at him. "I bet you never been in a electronic b a t t l e f i e l d s t i m u l a t o r , in command of your own Army tank, with a Z-72-B t a c t i c a l weapons launcher at your f i n g e r t i p s and -" "You heard that I'm a f u g i t i v e from the law of j u s t i c e ?" "Huh?" "Yup. FBI's Ten Most. But I walk out under the sunshine s t r a i g ht and t a l l , in the open, and I wear my Hostages for Freedom armband insignias proud. And the cops, they a i n t p e r s a c t l y b u s t i n t h e i r buns to capture me. They see me and they recognize me from my s e c r e t armband and from them Christmas films the Eyeranians broadcasted from Tehran l a s t year, and them cops and s h e r i f f ' s d e p ' t i e s , they l e t me p a s s . Some them s a l u t e , some them call me s i r , some them, they give me a p o l i c e e s c o r t . Heck, woman, how you think I made i t a l l the way here in j u s t three hours? No f i f t y - f i ve miles-per for a Hostage for Freedom. All the d e p ' t i e s around Kiev, they send their sons to help my mama and dad do my chores while I'm playin hide- 'n-seek with the s o c i a l i s t s in the JDL t h a t are gunnin for me. And the G-men keep watch over my mama's yard at night from t h e i r h e l i c o p t e r with their infra-red binocks. I'm a Hostage for Freedom, woman, and I'm missin out on some r e a l b u s i n e s s , some serious maneuvers that our c l u b ' s engagin ^ right now back i n the h i l l s . But I come here on the wishes of my mama, on account family d u t i e s must never take back s e a t s to p o l i t i c a l business if the two c a n ' t be r i d i n up in the front seat together. That's what Mama |
