"Paul I can't think straight mate" said Max slumping down on a chair.
"Well look on it this way. I am just helping out." He replied.
Max found a A4 Pad and started writing on it.
YOU AND DEBBIE WILL DIE FOR THE SAKE OF US SURLY WE COULD FIND A WAY TO GET THESE COLLARS OFF?
"No they won't though too many traps" he said
IT'S BOOBY TRAPPED IF YOU OPEN THE BACK IT WILL BLOW UP I REMEMBER SOMTHING IN THE NEWS FROM JAPAN WHEN TWO ESCAPED FROM THE PROGRAM THEY REDEISGNIDED THE COLLARS SO THAT COULD NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!
"Great." Max said sarcastically.
WE WILL LAUNCH OUR ATTACK AT SOME POINT WHE THE ZONE GOES DANGER AS YOU SAID IT PROBERALLY WILL AND I THINK THAT WE MAY GET SOME UNWELCOME VISOTERS SOONER RATHER THAN LATER SO WE WILL MOVE AFTER SIX OK.
"Sure mate" Max replied "I'll help you if you want to."
"No mate there's anything else you can do."
Cara had been resting for the past three hours by the birdhouse where she had killed Tammy there still was a smell of blood in the air but somehow it made Cara feel better. She had eaten Tammy's food supply and taken her weapon a colt 45 Cara had placed that in her blazer pocket. She was nervous although she didn't feel bad about killing anyone. She just guessed that this was one of life's little challenges. The only person she would have any gripe about killing was her cousin Leslie. Cara did hope that someone else would do that instead of her. Cara looked up it had started to rain.