"God showed us,"

     There must have been thirty to forty children.  "There may be a way," the translator quickly said of breeching the closures into orderly quadrant of peace points. 

     Rubble and broken glass crunched beneath our boots.  "They were goung to use all of this." 

     "To kill." 

     "No one knew they were all right here?" 

     "Not until we saw from space." 

     "They'd been ordered to Jihad."