Yousef's a coward! Yousef's a coward, nanny nanny boo boo, his inner monologue mocked him much the way he mocked the world.  At least he got the look he knew he would.  He put it in first and drove on toward the airport.<br/><br/>"Oh, Major, with promises like that I am thinking that you are liking the gun show."  he quipped as he flexed his bicep while he shifted.  "Gerad does, look at him stare."  he laughed hard trying to rid his mind of the thought that just would not die in his head... Die... It stuck there again. He didn't know how to stop thoughts like these.  He didn't know what to say or do.  It seemed to override his entire life.  Die.  To die.  Dead. Death.  The word ran through his head like a mobia strip.  "So, what is in Atlanta again?"  you forgot? Seriously?