Stepping through the door to this 'boss lady's' office, it was as if the masked man had simply appeared,<i>"My thoughts, exactly..."</i>he stated, still clutching the rifle in two hands, the strap of Becca's back hanging from one hand. The safety was off, and the relaxed manner in which he held the firearm, was not very relaxing...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>