| Swoooosh! … The dart leapt to life and took flight towards its target, moving silently and swiftly through the still morning air. The target was the large muscle on the right thigh. Impact there would be the most effective, although the buttock would work almost as well. The victim would feel a small prick, like that of a deerfly. Loyola wouldn't have me in 1984. One damned B was all it took. So I joined the guard and spent two years in the Philippines, providing a service to my country and becoming an expert in camouflage and small arms tactics. During my stay in the Philippines, I delved into the realm of herbal medicines. It was in the Philippines that I met Mei. A witch, the locals called her. The lone survivor of a misguided napalm strike that had wiped out her entire village. She emerged at the age of six from the burning embers. They say the gods intervened to save her, and she had the look in her eyes. Mei was moved to an orphanage for young girls in the ...
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