CH 88

Putting on her Acoustics uniform, Joan noted that this top was squishing her a bit also. The shoulder straps were out as far as they'd go. It was obvious she was no longer a small 'C' cup. In the locker room Joan got properly measured. She was solid 'D'.

"But, Mom isn't that big, neither is Gramma," Joan said with a frown.

Allison thought for a moment, then quietly asked, "You been feeding Bob?"

Joan nodded. She liked feeding Bob. Knowing Bob liked playing with her boobs too, she had wanted to give him more to play with. Ok, why she had expanded so much was beginning to makes sense. At the moment, she just wanted to get her uniform on, they had to get out on the field. Her top did fit a little better with no bra underneath. That and using her bra straps as strap extenders also helped. The uniform cloth was thick and tight enough that unless it got cold, she wouldn't be showing pokies. For now it would have to do.

They lined up to go out on the field, Joan heard their team get announced. She ran out and did a flip, then another one. The crowd cheered, she ran and noticed she was bouncing all over the place. She swore the guys in the stands were cheering louder.

Getting in line for the national Anthem, Patty got next to Joan.

Quietly, Patty said, "You're going to knock someone out with those things."

"Can't help it."

The coaches went out for the coin toss. Atlanta got the ball. Coach Baker returned and asked, "Joan, where's your bra?"

Joan winced. "It was too small, the only one that kinda fits is the one I got for my mermaid tail, and that's too big for the uniform."

Coach Baker let out a grumble. "You're committed now. Get new clothes soon as you can."

"I will, trust me."

Jack and Jay were standing to each side of the large screen view of the playing field.

Jay said, "You know Jack, Joan Connor was shot during her game with Dallas, it was a glancing blow, but took out most of her right side pectoral muscle. It's amazing she is out there today, not six months later."

"It is," Jack agreed. "Doctors were sure that she would never play football again! The information I got was she had a graft put in that replaced that muscle, and was taking drugs to enhance that muscle."

A closeup of Joan on the bench, showing her deep cleavage came on the screen. "And apparently, she has almost enhanced herself right out of her uniform."

"She is a big girl now, no doubt about that," Jay agreed. "The question is, can she make those incredible throws she's known for."

"It's Atlanta's ball, and there's the first play, a run … Aww, no gain. She was hit hard right at the scrimmage line. That's the Austin defense, no one's getting by the easily. Two from the front and one from behind, she went down hard!"

"I think they forgot who they are playing against," Jay said.

On the second try, Atlanta went with a shotgun and a pass. Patty got through the line and charged, but the Atlanta quarterback got the ball off. The receiver, seeing Allison going for the ball, stopped and tried to jump to intercept it as Allison did. They crashed together, the ball bounced over them.

The Atlanta coach called it pass interference. Ref refs looked at the replay and called incomplete pass, the Austin player was not interfering with the movements of the Atlanta player.

Third and ten to go, Atlanta formed up again. Tight to the line, The Atlanta quarterback hiked and ran back. Patty and Carla got through the line to chase her. Then when she turned, they saw she didn't have the ball. The center kept it and ran eight yards before she was tackled.

Fourth and 2, Atlanta hiked again and tried a run. The quarterback dove and was tackled with one yard to go. Turnover.

Joan jogged out, feeling herself swaying and bouncing. The uniform top wasn't supplying hardly any support at all. It was only barely containing her. Ughh. She figured she'd have the boys attention the whole game.

At the huddle, she had Patty and Carla push hard to open a hole. Allison was to run fast and cut to the center, Joan was going to pass to her. They set up and hiked.

From the initial moves, Joan saw Allison had to run around a safety. Joan jumped back. The line was breaking up, she fired the ball where Allison was going to be. Allison caught it and ran right into the other safety. Allison twisted and threw her off, then the other safety hit her high. Allison ran on another fifteen yards but another low tackle from the front tripped her up. It was still a 27 yard gain.

They set up again. This time Joan sent for the shotgun and long bomb. On the hike she raced back 25 yards and spun to cock back, Allison was downfield clear, and a player was racing at her. She threw the ball. Right after it left her hand it didn't feel right. She watched it sail out, Allison tracked it and caught it short of the goal line and ran in.

It was a touchdown, but it wasn't the accurate throw she usually did.

Coach Baker wanted Joan to go for the extra two points. Joan decided on collapsing the line. At the hike, she ran back. The defense fell for it, She found plenty of open receivers and threw to Carla. Carla caught it in the end zone. 8 points for Austin.

Joan jogged back to the bench, bouncing all the way and noting video cameras watching her.

This was embarrassing, and the game had just begun!

Joan did her best to stay not moving what she was watching their defense play. Atlanta was working their way down the field, 4,5,6 yards at a time. It was steady progress, until Allison grabbed a long pass out of the air and ran with it. Meeting an Atlanta player, Allison bent low and came up fast, bouncing the attempted tackle away. Two in front of her, she spun right and raced past them. Carla bumped into them, giving Allison a few yards of clear field.

"Go Allison!" Joan cried as she shot up.

Allison made yards laterally, keeping her feet, but wasn't making much headway. She stiff armed another player and charged into a dubious hole. Carla tried to help block again, but was grabbed by her collar and jerked to the ground, Allison ran into a wall of players from both teams.

A whistle blew, a yellow flag was thrown. A referee announced. "Illegal hold, Horse Collar, number 19, Atlanta. Ten yard penalty."

So Allison got another ten yards added to her interception run.

Joan jiggled her way out onto the field. She had never been self-conscious about her breasts before. At the moment it was like here they are!, and it was irritating. Shifting around was also making her nips hard, which made things worse. Her pokies were coming out to play.

Getting into a huddle, Allison said, "They're expecting a pass."

Joan nodded. "Left side run, fake for a line jump. Let's go!"

They lined up in the shotgun. At the hike, Joan charged the ball then cut to the left. An Atlanta player broke through the line, Joan jogged behind her and plowed through the hole and stiff armed another defender. Ahead, Allison bumped into the safety running at her, Joan ran hard, her breasts bouncing like crazy. The crowd was cheering. Joan made the end zone and stopped to plant the ball on the ground. No, she wasn't going to jump, dance or make those puppies bounce around any more for a bit.

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High up in the stands, a man was watching the action with a pair of binoculars. After what happened to his double at the Embassy, he knew better than to get close to them. What amazed him was Joan's fast recovery as well as how quickly they found his source of funding. If she had stayed facing him for a split second more, instead of cocking back to throw, he would have killed her. Then again, she might be an immortal. That required a head chop. He thought she was a machine, but the blood and meat blown out of her made him ponder that. She also had grown larger breasts. He didn't think machines could do that either. He had to figure out how to capture her and find out what she was.

He would wait and watch. Gather information and find out where she was vulnerable. He also knew retribution would come fast, so he would be prepared. If he did it right, he could take out a few of them at once.

Watching Austin set up and their mutant quarterback did a line jump to get the extra two points, James Horton pondered on where and how to set up his trap.

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Joan realized the distraction of her bouncing boobs was affecting her game. Yes it was irritating and embarrassing, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Maybe over half time. She would have to ignore them for now.

When the fist quarter ended, Coach Baker had Allison get a tape measure and measure Joan, then sent a runner out to go buy her a sports bra. The score was 24-0, but Atlanta had worked their was down to their 17 yard line.

Atlanta was on first down, so they made another run for three yards, then a sneak for another three, and a pass for four, giving them a first down at the 7 and goal. In their excitement to get their goal, a linemen tackled Patty when she got through the line.

Foul, illegal holding, ten yard penalty. Now it was second and 17 yards to goal. Their coach called a time out and screamed at them. They went back on the field and tried a short pass. Betty caught it and ran a few yards before she was tackled. Turnover.

Instead of sending Joan back out, Coach Baker had Joan wait for her sports bra. He had Allison quarterback, and gave her instructions. Atlanta would not be expecting a line jump from Allison.

Allison set up in the shotgun, hiked and raced at the ball as it came at her. She cleared the line just over their heads, but a safety was close and Allison didn't see her until she was already in the air. The safety wrapped herself around Allison's leg. They tumbled down. Six yard gain.

"That is the first time a line jump has been stopped!" Jay announced.

"True, but is was the secondary quarterback, Allison Young. Apparently she didn't see the safeties had moved in closer." Jack said.

Alison tried a pass next. She got it off and Betty was in place. The ball hit Betty, she trapped it but the impact knocked her out of bounds. Another 14 yard gain. First down.

"Ouch!" Jay cried. "It appears Allison had been training with Joan, but she just doesn't have the fine control down."

"It looks as if Atlanta had a hope of stopping an Austin drive, this is it," Jack said.

Betty returned to the huddle for the next play holding her chest and complained, "Allie easy, you damn near tore my tit off!"

"Sorry," Allison replied with a wince. "We'll do a line break, right through the center. Patty, Carla, take each side of the the center. Everyone, push hard. Let's go!"

Allison hiked and pushed on Carla's back. The Atlanta defense quickly shifted to the center. Seeing this, Allison abandoned her idea and shot back and ran right as fast as she could go. The right side was folding, she got around and made the opening before the Atlanta players could catch her. A safety ran close, angling towards her from the side. Allison skidded to a stop and jumped behind her to angle out into clear field. Once she was in the clear she ran for all she was worth. She made the end zone.

Joan cheered Allison's play. She'd been smart, upon seeing what she planned wasn't going to work, she shifted into another play and got the touchdown.

The Farm team girl who'd gotten a bra came out. "Coach, I got it."

"Good. Joan, go get dressed."

Joan and the girl went inside. Quickly, they got to the locker room and Joan got her helmet and shoulder pads off, then looked at the bra. "It looks too big."

"It's the right size."

Joan took her top off and put the bra on. It fit. She still needed the strap extenders for her uniform top. She got herself together and and they went back out. Joan felt a little packed in, but at least she wasn't wobbling around any more.

Allison had made the extra point and now Atlanta was struggling down field. Joan noted that at even at 31 to nothing, Atlanta was still trying hard to get a goal. Coming close again, they tried a dual, close sneak pass. Watching, Joan had lost track of the ball. The quarterback was tackled, but somehow she'd passed it to a lineman. The lineman burst out and charged for the goal. Allison intercepted her right at the goal line, they tumbled into the end zone.

"Touchdown Atlanta!"

The Atlanta crowd roared in a cheer.

"Good for them." Joan announced.

Atlanta didn't get the extra point, but they now had 6 points on the board.

Joan went out but the buzzer announcing the end of the second quarter sounded. The quarter ended 31-6.

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In their locker room, The Atlanta coach said, "We got one touchdown, we need more! Offense, watch out for their top players, 23, 14 and 18. Go for the area they are not. Use the tricks they have been using. Line collapse, a sneak, get the ball to a lineman. use the second receiver pass back to the quarterback! Defense, one safety close, one father back. That was good stopping that line Jump. Carol, we need to do more of that. Grab that bra strap and rip it off! Our best chance is getting Connor out of the game!"

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Jay and Jack stood to each side of the large screen as the players came back on the field.

Jack announced, "And here we go into the third quarter, the score is Austin 31, Atlanta 6. Jay, I don't see Atlanta making a come back at this point."

"The chances are pretty slim, Jack, but Atlanta is not a team who gives up. They have been failing in the red zone. They get to within 15 yards of the goal, and something has always been happening. Turnover, or interception, they can't seem to make those last few yards. I'm sure that is what is bothering their coach the most. In their game against Seattle last year. Austin did continue to make their one down touchdowns, but Seattle always answered back with a long drive of their own. The match was a tossup right down to the last seconds of the game."

"That was an exciting game," Jack agreed. "Austin has the ball, I see another touchdown coming soon."

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Joan tried something they hadn't done yet. Patty was a good line breaker. After Joan jumped the line, she was going to lateral to Patty and help block for her. Atlanta was going to be all over Joan, Patty would have a clear field with Allison helping to block also.

They hiked from the shotgun. Joan jumped the line, Patty below and to the side. As the safeties converged on Joan, she tossed the ball to Patty. Patty ran with Allison behind her. Joan landed and ran into the left side safety. The impact was audible. Joan staggered and managed to keep her feet, then the other safety grabbed her as she flew by. She caught Joan's bra strap and pulled. Jerking Joan to spin around. The uniform strap snapped. Her sports bra strap only drooped down on her arm and was pulled from he girl's hand. Joan tumbled but kept going. Patty was downfield, Allison behind her, keeping Atlanta players from overtaking Patty. Patty was headed for the end zone.

Joan inspected the damage. Her uniform cup was dangling down. Putting her sports bra strap back up, hid the bulge of breast showing. She tied the remains of the uniform strap into her bra strap. That looked OK, it would have to do. That sports bra strap felt a little stretched, but it was still intact. The player that grabbed her left the field holding her shoulder, wincing in pain. Someone tried to dislocate her own shoulder.

Going for a single extra point, Joan passed to Allison who drove into the line. She made it through to be tackled in the end zone.

38-6

The teams switched players, Joan went over to the bench. A couple girls fixed the uniform strap by tying it together.

Atlanta made a couple short runs, then the Quarterback passed to a receiver, then receivers ran past each other. Carla and Patty were giving chase, the the receiver that had the ball passed it back to the quarterback who charged through a hole in the line. The quarterback ran hard, and made 15 yards before Allison tackled her.

Atlanta tried another sneak play. This time as they passed the ball , Betty was close to the quarterback and caught it. She ran and Patty blocked away the frantic Atlanta players trying to take Betty down. Zig zagging and slowing down pursuit, Patty kept them off her. Betty made her first touchdown. She was cheered and the defense did a little dance in the end zone.

42-6

Joan went out for the extra point. She did a line collapse and ran back as the Atlanta players chased her. Running to the side, she was going to pass, but she saw she had room, and charge the goal line. A safety ran to intercept. Joan ducked at the last second then lifted up upon impact. The Atlanta player flew over her back, Joan ran into the end zone.

43-6

Atlanta once again did their slow drive down field, taking up much of the quarter. There was only 1:10 left on the clck when they finally struggled down to the 9 yard line. A quarterback sneak got them 3 yards. A run got them another three. The had a longer huddle, then with 30 seconds on the clock, they hiked to do a run and get into the end zone.

43-12

"They took long time getting down field," Joan noted.

"They delayed so we might not have enough time for another touchdown, not that it matters greatly," Coach Baker told her.

Joan did have enough time. They formed up, Joan hiked and ducked low to jump back, then charged and leaped. Landing just on the other side of the line she took off running. Dodging the safeties she got ahead of them and ran the length of the field for the touchdown. 6 seconds to spare.

Right after that, she formed her huddle fast and said, "Everyone run into them, push them back, let's go!" She hiked and ducked to the left and ran. Allison covered the end. Joan ran past her and someone leaped on her. she took the weight and made the end zone.

50-12 Third quarter ended.

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Horton's phone rang.

"Yes?"

"It's Doc, up in Seattle. That guy, Joe Dawson, is at his bar."

"Kill him, make sure he knows it's from me. If you can get Mcleod's head, that's always good."

Right." *click*

Sitting back, he watched Atlanta move down the field again in the 4th quarter. He needed to get that abomination down there on the field someplace controlled. Someplace where he was able to spend some time finding out what it took to really hurt her. He knew her and her friend liked their mermaid tails. It was time to open up a shop.

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Coach Baker knew Allison needed practice at quarterbacking. Now was a good of time as any. He switched Joan and Allison, Joan was now a safety and Allison's receiver.

Joan liked it, it gave her more field time. Standing behind the line, she watched closely. Right after the hike, the receiver on this side raced out, Joan shadowed her. The throw was low, Joan raced up and caught it and ran for the hole in the mix of players. The one closest to her she stiff armed out of the way. The Atlanta quarterback chased after her, being blocked by Patty. Joan ran into the end zone. Yay, her first interception! When they went for the extra point, Allison made a modification. She set up to jump the line. At the hike, Joan ran into the end zone on the side. Allison jumped and threw. Joan had to jump to catch it, but she did it.

Atlanta called illegal passing beyond the line of scrimmage. The refs reviewed the tapes. Allison was over the line of Scrummage when the ball left her hand. The extra point was denied.

So it was only 56 - 12. Atlanta set up and began their slow drive downfield again.

The next time they had the ball, Allison did a more conservative play, the long bomb. At the hike, Joan raced downfield, not looking back until she was at the Atlanta 15 yard line. She was way ahead of the farthest safety. She saw Allison throw. She got in front of the ball and faded back farther. She set herself to catch, the ball impacted her. she stumbled back then jogged into the end zone.

For the extra point, Joan stayed behind Allison. At the hike, she ran and caught the ball Allison tossed to her. A jump over the line, a few more steps and they had the extra point.

63-12

Atlanta tried again. Keeping their next two runs to the right, they were trying to stay clear of Joan in their attempts, and kept running into Carla. Watching, Joan saw this time the quarterback passed to the right. She ran forward, the receiver tossed the ball to a lineman. It was a low toss, but Joan spotted it. She moved over to the lineman as she turned to run. Joan wrapped her arms around the woman and lifted her off her feet had jogged towards the Atlanta goal. The lineman had the ball, but Joan had the lineman and the ball was trapped between them.. She got eleven yards before half the Atlanta team tackled her down.

Now, they only had 16 yards to go for a first down. They were on their second down. The two minute warning sounded.

Again, Atlanta tried hard for a first down. they made three yards, then tried a pass which at this point was their only option. Their quarterback threw too soon and no one caught the ball. Turnover on downs with 1:36 to go. Allison Tried a run play. As Allison charged the left side, Joan charged with her to knock away the defense. Getting to the line, Joan moved behind Allison, Allison slipped her the ball and plowed into the defender there. Joan raced on. By the time the Atlanta players realized Allison didn't have the ball, Joan was headed down field, out of reach.

69-12

For the extra point, Allison ran back for a pass with a line collapse. She cocked backed and aimed at Joan, who was covered by four players, she turned and threw to Carla who was clear.

Knowing the game was lost, Atlanta tried to grab one last touchdown. They got in the shotgun, and getting the ball, the quarterback ran back another ten yards and turned to throw. She threw. The ball was high and slow. Joan tracked the ball, a receiver was running down the sideline almost to the end zone. She jumped up to catch the ball. she got it and the whistle blew. Coming down, the receiver had stepped outside the boundary line with her left foot, putting her out of bounds. If she would have landed on her right foot, it would have been a touchdown. Upon the news, the receiver dropped to her knees and pounded the ground with a fist.

Joan could understand her frustration.

For the last 42 seconds of the game, Allison took a knee. Game over.

As the girls all met, and many hugged the receiver for her valiant but ill fated try, Coach Emerson came into the field and met with Coach Baker.

"So, Connor's healed up and she can play?" Emerson asked.

Baker nodded. "She was fine except for a clothing malfunction. She got a muscle graft to replace the destroyed one. Whatever drugs she used also enhanced her bustline."

Coach Emerson grinned. "Yeah, I think everyone noticed that. Got a real healthy set of lungs on her now. Long as she can still play, I convinced the manager to give her another year. That girl is dynamite on the field."

"That she is. I'll do my best to keep her from getting shot again."

"So will I."

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In Seattle at Joe's bar, the police were done, an told the people outside the bar was still closed for investigations. They staff was instructed to leave through the side entrance to avoid the press collecting.

The bartender left out the side to see one of Joe's good friends. The blocky dark haired man with a ponytail and long black coat stopped him. "What happened?"

The bartender put a hand on his shoulder. "Some bastard came in and killed Joe. No fight, no robbery attempt, he only said, This is from James Horton, and shot him, then took off. I gave them a description. the cops are looking for him. I'm real sorry. If I was close enough ... Joe didn't deserve that."

The dark haired man nodded grimly. "Ever seen that guy before?"

"No, but I'll carry his face with me as long as I live now. I gotta go look though some mug shots. I'm real sorry, Mac."

"Me too," Mac said softly and patted his shoulder.

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Springtime was busy for the sheriff. A whole new crop of young drivers getting their permits, which mean a whole new crop of tests he had to give and permits to hand out, followed by extra work at Joe's from the minor traffic accidents that came later. He'd just gotten the highway department to put up a new Gator Lake road sign. He hoped it would last a year, at least. Somehow it seemed to be a target for young drivers.

Ike from the bar came in. "Hey sheriff," he said and sat across from his desk. "Got a minute?"

The sheriff nodded. "What's up?"

"Heard through the grape vine a fella I knew in Seattle was shot. Joe Dawson. Heard the one who put the hit out on him was a James Horton."

"I thought he was dead," the sheriff said.

"Nope, it was a look alike, a guy named Fred Noonan. His dental records and prints verified it. Horton is still out there. Though you'd want to know."

"Thank you. Has Horton been seen?"

"Not that I know of, and there are all kinds of people looking. That guys is a slippery son-of-a bitch."

"A snake for sure. If you hear anything, let me know."

"Sure will. Watch your back sheriff. Horton could look like anyone."

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James Hatten was his new name. It went with his fake gray beard and grey colored hair. He even did his eyebrows. A young thief he met that agreed that non human things should not be walking around had hacked into a few companies and cashed checks meant for someone else, getting him much needed cash. Cash he used to get the permits for and begin working on his mermaid tail sales shop, 'The Shiny Flipper'. Only this shop had a basement, and it was going to be full of pool out back was going to have a changing room so girls wanting tails could try them out before buying. The wooden floor in the changing room was hinged trap door that led though a smooth tunnel lined with metal and greased to carry whoever was in there, down to the basement liked with crosses to meet the 1000 volt electrically charged wires waiting to accept them with a short but high current jolt. Heavy duty shackles and chains, illegal tazers that could kill a normal human, squirt guns filled with holy water, axes to chop off heads and a chop saw if the axes wouldn't do the job. It was all coming to be added so his prey had no chance of escape.

The old house he bought across town from the shop was going to be completely refurbished on the inside with holding areas in the basement and an industrial grinder to flush useless items, and victims into the city sewer. It was going to take time to get everything ready, but ready, he would be.

This time, he was going to get his bodies and rid the world of some of the non human denizens trying to infiltrate and take over humanity. A little torture before he ended them would also get him locations of where these disgusting nests of non humans were.

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John had a good use for all the terminators that showed up. They liked to be doing something, so he set them to work clearing the land where Joan and company wanted their house. He cleaned the hardware store out of axes, saws of all kinds, shovels and measuring devices.

All John had was a picture of the house Joan wanted that she had given him. It was a stone faced two story with a arched entry, the stone facing was square blocks on the walls. To level the ground was a stone retaining wall on the lower side round the front in a long half circle. It looked nice.

One thing he nor anyone had an idea of, was what was inside.

John had to go see the sheriff anyway to get the permits and record the house being built. Driving down to the sheriff's office, John took the picture of the house with him.

The sheriff looked at the picture. "Nice house. So, what's inside?"

John shrugged. "Rooms? A kitchen, bedrooms ... They haven't planned it yet."

The sheriff chuckled. "So right now, all you're doing is clearing and leveling land to get ready to build a house."

"Yeah, that's about it."

The sheriff cast John a short grin. "As long as you're just clearing land and building retaining walls, you don't need any permits. As long as you don't alter the course of streams or say, make a pond, you can do whatever you want with the land. My suggestion, only go that far. Joan and Bob may have a different idea of what they want for a house after they get back from their football adventures. Make them give you something a little more substantial before you build anything." He then went over to a file cabinet and fished out a soft covered book.

"This should help you and them," he said and handed John the book. "This contains all the requirements for building a house. You can go over, but not under the requirements. Some things, like using aluminum wire instead of copper, you can do, though copper wire is recommended. Driveway surface depth, construction requirements, doors and windows, inspection requirements, it's all in here."

"Thanks," John told him. "How much do I owe you for this?"

The sheriff waved a hand. "It's on the county," His face then firmed up. "Before you go, I've discovered James Horton, the guy who shot Joan and was causing trouble, isn't dead. The man that was killed was a look alike working for him. Cameron is doing well making the area safe. Just be cautious, John, and remember, Horton is still out there."

"Damn."

"Be safe, John."

"Thanks for the warning. We'll keep a lookout for him."