“I knew this was going to happen. Damn! I was late too late, I should have acted faster. What do I do now?” Dale lamented pacing from side to side and scattering her hair, wondering what her next plan of action would be. After some series of lamenting, she pulled herself out of her negative thoughts knowing she must save Jessy and put the house in order. She had to.

Dale walked over to the table and opened the box, she stood shocked at the sight of the sophisticated weapons knowing if she hadn’t saved herself she would have been brutally tortured and then killed. She picked up some daggers...