Chapter Four-Family issues

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Newark, New Jersey

The Sanders Home

"Shit, I thought you were going to get in trouble with the New New York Military, darling. Swearing like a sailor", Jessica Sanders, 42, said.

         "I'm not a sailor, Mom; I'm a Journalist", said Amy Sanders.

         "And you say fuck on TV. I didn't bring my daughter up to swear", Jessica Sanders said. She had short, black, (greying) hair, brown colored eyes, and petite.

           She wore a blue colored jacket, blue colored dress, a black colored bra, huge breasts,  brown colored stockings, and slim legs.

             And she wore black colored shoes on her right feet.

             "Sorry, Mom. Where's Dad?", Amy Sanders asked, as she sat down on a blue colored chair in the large Dining Room.

              "He's working for the DoD on a new project", Jessica Sanders answered. She had forgotten the number one rule at home: Don't discuss classified work at home...Or we'll be assassinated, John Sanders, Jr., 44, told his wife.

                "What project?", enquired Amy Sanders.

                 "I'm sorry...Classified...I...I...think...We're dead", Jessica Sanders cried.

                  "What do you mean, Mom?", asked Amy Sanders.

                   "I wasn't supposed to talk to anyone...Not even family...Now we're going to die", Jessica Sanders was trembling...

                  ...And then she stared out of the Dining Room window...

                  ...And saw ten DOD Military Officers arrive in several green colored Jeeps. They stopped, took off their brown colored seatbelts, and, once they got outside, they fired AK 47 assault rifles into the Dining Room...

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