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been to this place," showing her the address. "I've never.. but I know where that is. That's not far from Sister's of Mercy. Can we stop at a ladies room?" Sumner laughed. Shannon pulling her disheveled self together, warned, "We're still not out of trouble. Can't have black avenging angels protecting our asses every day. How about a witness protection program?" She was combing her hair with her fingers with the reflection off the rear window. Many bullet holes made that reflection more dificult than it might have otherwise been. And only as she got her hair somewhat ordered did she suddenly grasp the import of those holes. She was probing them one by one with her finger when Frank offered his own reality, "Witness protection? Mm mm, no. I don't ... think... Hmmm, witness? Against who? We aren't witnesses. We're targets. Our only value to the police would be as bait! I, personally, have no desire to be bait!" Hmmm. She had heard that opinion before and agreed. But it was time to move out. Long range solutions would have to come later. Two of the cars, that had converged on this war zone, followed the Explorer closely. "Take it out of four wheel, Frank," Shannon smiled sweetly at him and reached out to pinch his cheek, as stony scarred as it was. "Oh. Yeah," he disengaged it. An interesting question was tossed into the momentary lull as a feminine reflex to not exclude Frank's larger family, "So, how's the young man?" "Marcus?" "Yeah. What's he like?" "Mmmm, well.. just like his father," Frank laughed, "We get along great." Shannon thought that was hilarious. "He will have to go some to be like you." "Doesn't have to. To be as blessed, yes," a little smile and a twinkle crossed his