Gallagher stood over Marilyn who lay over his personal bed, with her eyes wide open. He had asked her to rest while the drugs he administered to her, took effect.

“ I would have shattered the throat of the monk. You would have let me kill him first.” She said feeling good with herself.

“ We had to retreat. We did enough damage relative to our numbers. We would crush them to a pulp later on.” Said Gallagher as he sat beside her and caressed her hair. He was pleased with her.

“ There is a scratch on your chest. Why didn’t you finish them up. You played around too...