There's blood and bodies everywhere. Most our own. Alice stands next to me as blooded as I am. But she's different. She's the only dame left alive and free in this hellhole they call a revolution. And that crazy bitch is laughing. It hits me then, perhaps not for the first time, men may be natural warriors, but a woman in battle is truly a bloodthirsty thing. Her sweet laughter runs dry with her automatic. They had us cornered from the get go. But Alice, she's got balls the size of Texas. As resourceful on the battle field as she is in the bedroom.