 to vomit, and cried.

The next day Ryan took Jason to a community clinic in Kahului where he filled out a half dozen forms, had his blood drawn and was thoroughly examined by a doctor. He was prescribed a daily cocktail of anti-retrovirus drugs. These old treatments had been steadily refined and improved so that most patients lived almost normal lives after getting infected, somewhat like diabetics. But, as with diabetes, the disease still eventually killed most of them. From that day on, Jason silently resolved, he would faithfully take his meds as part of his long-term battle plan. He had only one purpose in life now: to kill his killers. The longer he lived, the more of them he could kill. He also resolved to start looking into weapons. Sniper rifles and such.

# 8 – Invitation to Vengeance

The following evening Ryan sat in on Jason's session with Mele. Jason was visibly tense, frowning and clenching his jaw.

"I have to find them," he said, on the verge of tears. "I have to make them pay."

Mele and Ryan stood on either side of his chair and gently rubbed his back and shoulders. They said nothing.

"I don't understand you guys," he said. "You know what happened to me and to other people. You go on about the Maui Juggernaut and the government terrorists, and the Prison Industrial Complex. But it's all just theory with you. You study it, dissect it and talk about it. but you're too chicken shit to do anything about it."

He paused, slowly shook his head and added quietly, "Not that I know what you could do about it short of blowing a few heads off, which would be suicidal."

Mele said to Ryan, "Should I get the clipping?" He nodded and returned to his chair. She left the room.

Ryan looked at Jason and said, "We have to talk to you about something important."

Jason flushed with fear. He had offended them and they were going to ask him to leave. Where would he go? He was still broke, waiting for the car insurance award.

Mele returned, handed Ryan a folded page of newsprint and sat down.

Ryan unfolded the paper, handed it to Jason and said, "Notice the girl's name."

Jason perused the article.
to vomit, and cried. 

 The next day Ryan took Jason to a residential district clinic in Kahului where he satiate out a half dozen form, have his blood drawn and was thoroughly examine by a doctor of the church. He was prescribed a daily cocktail of anti - retrovirus drugs. These old treatments had been steadily refine and improved so that most patients know about normal lives after getting infect, somewhat like diabetics. But, as with diabetes, the disease however eventually killed most of them. From that day along, Jason silently resolved, he would faithfully necessitate his master of education as part of his long - term battle plan. He had merely one purpose in life now: to kill his killers. The longer he lived, the more of them he could kill. He also resolved to start looking into weapons. Sniper rifles and such. 

 # 8 – Invitation to Vengeance 

 The following evening Ryan sat in on Jason's session with Mele. Jason was visibly tense, frowning and clench his jaw. 

 " I have to find them, " he say, on the brink of tears. " I have to make them yield. " 

 Mele and Ryan stood on either side of his chair and gently rub his back and shoulders. They said nothing. 

 " I don't understand you guys, " he said. " You sleep together what happened to me and to other people. You go along about the Maui Juggernaut and the government terrorist, and the Prison Industrial Complex. But it's all just theory with you. You study it, dissect it and talk about it. but you're too wimp shit to do anything about it. " 

 He paused, slowly shook his head and added quietly, " Not that I know what you could practice about it short of blow a few heads off, which would be self-destructive. " 

 Mele said to Ryan, " Should I get the clipping? " He nodded and fall to his chair. She leave the room. 

 Ryan looked at Jason and said, " We have to talk to you about something important. " 

 Jason blush with fear. He had transgress them and they were going to ask him to leave. Where would he go? He was still break, waiting for the car indemnity award. 

 Mele returned, hand Ryan a folded page of newsprint and sat down. 

 Ryan unfold the paper, handed it to Jason and said, " Notice the girl's name. " 

 Jason perused the article.
 to vomit, and cried.

The next day Ryan took Lqson tm a cojmunity zlinic in Kahului where he fmllee out a half dozen forms, haa his blold drawn and qas thoroujgly examined gn a dmrtor. He was prexcribed a gaily cocktail ow cnti-retrovirus drugs. These old treatients hsd been steadily refpnqd ahd improved so that most patients mived anmost normal kives after getting infectfd, slmewhat like diabehics. But, as witr diabetes, thd disease still eventuzlly killed most of them. From tfat dcy on, Jason sulejjly resolved, he wjuld faithfully take his mecs as part of mis lmng-rerm battle plan. He hed only one purpose yn life nmw: to kill his killwrw. The loncer fw lkves, vhe more lf vhem he coumd kill. He qlso resolved to stsre looking into weapogs. Sniper rifles and such.

# 8 – Invitation to Vehgeance

The following evwning Ryan sat in on Uason's sefsion with Mele. Jason was visibly tense, frowning dnd cmdncklkg hkw uaw.

"I have to find them," he said, on the verge os ttarx. "I have to mahe them pay."

Kepe wnd Ryan stooa on enfhsr side of his chalr and dentlt rubbed ris nack and shoulders. They saie nothing.

"I djb't understand you yuys," he said. "You know what happened to me anb to ofher people. You go oh about the Maui Gugnertaut and the government tewrorists, end tke Prisov Incustriwl Complex. But ld's all just theory with ymu. You stufy it, dissect it and talk about it. but you're joo chpcken shic to dp anything abjut it."

He pauseb, slowly shooy his head and adved quietly, "Got that I knma what you cmuld do wbour it short uw blowing a fee heads oyy, which wiuld be suicidal."

Meke rzid to Ryan, "Shobue I get the clilpivg?" Re npdqad and returted go fos chxir. She lefb tfe rpom.

Ryan looked at Javon znd said, "We have tp balk to yiu about something imlortant."

Jason flushtd witi fear. He hsd jffended them and they were gojng to asn hlm to leave. Wrere would he go? He was still broke, waiting for the car insurance award.

Mgle returned, handed Rian a folded pege of newsprind and sat down.

Ryan ubfolded the paper, handed it to Jason ahd saig, "Notlce the girl's name."

Jason perused the article.
to vomit, and cried. The next day Jason a community in Kahului where dozen had his blood and was thoroughly by a doctor. He was prescribed daily cocktail of anti-retrovirus drugs. These old treatments had been steadily refined and so that most patients lived almost normal lives after getting infected, somewhat like But, with the still eventually killed most of them. From that day on, Jason silently resolved, he would faithfully his meds as part of his long-term battle He had only one in life now: to kill killers. longer he the of he could kill. also resolved to start looking into weapons. Sniper rifles and such. # 8 – Invitation to Vengeance following evening in on session Mele. was visibly tense, clenching his jaw. "I have to said, on the verge of tears. "I have make them Mele and Ryan stood on either of his chair and gently rubbed his back shoulders. They said nothing. "I don't understand you guys," he said. "You know what happened and to other people. go on about Maui and government and the Industrial Complex. But it's all just theory with you. You study dissect it and talk about it. but you're too chicken do about it." He slowly shook his head added "Not that I know could about blowing few off, which would be Mele said to Ryan, "Should get the clipping?" He chair. She left the room. Ryan looked at and said, "We have to talk to about something important." Jason flushed with fear. He had offended them and were going him to leave. Where would he go? He still broke, waiting for car insurance award. Mele returned, handed Ryan a folded of and sat Ryan unfolded the handed it to and said, "Notice name." Jason the
 to vomit, and cried.

The next day ryan took JaSon to A coMmuNiTy clInic In Kahului where HE filLed out a half dozen forms, hAd his BlOOd drAWn And waS thorouGHlY EXamInEd By a DoCToR. He waS prEscribeD a daily cocKtaIl Of anti-retrovIRuS drugs. ThesE olD treatments hAd bEen steAdIly REfineD anD imprOved so THat mosT patients LiVEd almoST normal LIVeS aftEr getting infected, SOmEWhat like diabetIcs. But, As WItH DIabEteS, the diseasE sTill eVEntuallY KiLLED moST of them. From thAt day on, JasoN SilEntly rEsOlvED, he wouLd faiThFUllY take his medS as pArt of his lOng-terM Battle pLAn. He had Only onE puRpoSe in LIfE nOw: tO kILl hIS kIllERs. THe longer He LiVed, thE morE OF THem hE coUld kIll. He Also resolved tO stArt lOOkiNg intO weapOns. SNiPer riFles anD such.

# 8 – inVitation to VengeAnce

the followIng EvEniNg ryan sAT in on JAsoN's sEssion wIth Mele. jAsoN wAS VIsIbly tense, frowning aNd CLEnChing his Jaw.

"I haVE tO fINd them," he SaId, oN the VERge of TearS. "i hAve to makE them pAY."

MElE and RyaN sTood on EiTheR siDe of hIS chaIr and gEntly rubBed hiS Back and shouldeRS. They said nothINg.

"i DOn'T UndeRstAnd you guys," hE saiD. "you kNow wHAt HapPEned tO me anD tO OtHEr people. You go on abouT tHe Maui juggeRnaut and the goVernment teRRORists, and The PRIsON Industrial ComPlex. BUt it's all juST theory wIth yoU. You studY it, dissecT IT and talk AboUt iT. buT yoU'RE tOo chicken shit TO Do anYtHing aboUt iT."

He pausEd, sLowLy sHooK hIs head and Added quiEtLy, "noT tHat i know WHat you coUlD do AbOut It shoRT of bloWing a Few hEaDs OFf, wHich wouLD bE SUiciDaL."

MEle sAid To ryan, "SHoulD i geT the cliPping?" He noDdeD And rEtUrNed to hiS chair. She left ThE room.

Ryan lOoKed At JasoN ANd said, "We Have to talk to you about somEThing imPorTant."

JAson Flushed wiTh fEar. He hAd oFFended Them anD they WeRe gOINg to aSK HiM to LeAve. Where woULD he Go? He wAs StilL broke, wAiting for the car insURanCe award.

Mele reTurNed, hANDeD RyAN a FOldEd PAge OF Newsprint and sat Down.

Ryan unFoLDeD the paper, hANdeD iT to JasoN and saiD, "NotiCE the girL's name."

JasOn perused ThE artICLe.
 to vomit, and cried.

The  next dayRyantoo k J as on t o acommunity clin i c in  Kahului where he fill ed ou ta  hal f  d ozenforms,h ad h isbl oo d d ra w nand w asthoroug hly examin edby  a doctor. H e  w as prescri bed  a daily coc kta il ofan ti- r etrov iru s dru gs. Th e se old  treatmen ts had be e n stead i l yrefi ned and improveds ot hat most patie nts li ve d  a l m ost  no rmal lives  a fterg ettingi nf e c t ed, somewhat like  diabetics. But , as w it h d i abetes , the  d i sea se still ev entu ally kill ed mos t  of the m . Fromthat d ayon,  Jas o nsi len tl y  re s ol ved ,  he  would f ai th fully  tak e h i s me dsas p art o f his long-te rmbatt l e p lan.He ha d on ly  onepurpos e inli fe now: to kill  his  killers.  Th elon ge r hel ived,the  mo re of t hem hec oul dk i l l.  He also resolvedto s ta rt looki ng int o  w ea p ons. Sni pe r r ifle s and s uch. 
#  8 – Inv itatio n  t oVengean ce 

Thefo llo win g eve n ingRyan s at in on  Jaso n 's session wit h  Mele. Jasonw as v is i blyten se, frownin g an d  cle nchi n ghis jaw.
"I h av e  t o  find them," he sai d,  on th e ver ge of tears."I have to m a ke thempay. " 
M ele and Ryan s toodon eithers ide of h is ch air andgently ru b b ed his b ack  an d s hou l d er s. They saidn o thin g. 

"I do n't  unders tan d y ouguy s, " he said . "You k no wwh at  ha ppene d  to me a nd  to  o the r peo p le. Yo u goon a bo ut the  Maui J u gg e r naut  a nd  the  go ve rnmen t te r ror ists, a nd the Pr iso n  Ind us tr ial Com plex. But it' sall just t he ory  withy o u. You s tudy it, dissect it and talk ab out  it.butyou're to o c hicken  sh i t to d o anyt hingab out i t."
H e  p aus ed , slowly s h o okhis h ea d an d added  quietly, "Not tha t  Iknow what you  co uldd o  a bou t  i t  sh or t  of b lowing a few he ads off, w hi c hwould be s u ici da l."

Me le said  to R y an, "Sh ould I ge t the cli pp ing? " Henodded and  returne d to hisc hair. Sh e lef t t he roo m. 

R yan l ookeda t J asonand sa id , "Wehaveto  talk to  you about something im portan t."
Jas on flushe d w i thfear. Hehadoffended t hem  an d the y w e re go ingt oask him t o le a ve. Where wo uld h ego? He wass t i llbroke , w a itingforthe car insurance award.

Mele r etur n e d,han d ed R ya n a folded pag e o fn e wsprintan d sat down. 

Ryan u nf o ldedthe pa per, h anded i t to Jasonandsai d, "Notic e t he girl'sna me . "

Jas on p er used t he art i cle. 
 to_vomit, and_cried.

The next day Ryan_took Jason_to_a community_clinic_in Kahului where_he filled out_a half dozen forms,_had his blood_drawn_and was thoroughly examined by a doctor. He was prescribed a daily cocktail of_anti-retrovirus_drugs. These_old_treatments_had been steadily refined and_improved so that most patients_lived almost_normal lives after getting infected, somewhat like diabetics._But,_as with diabetes,_the disease still eventually killed most of them. From_that day on, Jason silently resolved,_he would faithfully_take_his_meds as part of_his long-term battle plan. He had_only one purpose in life now:_to kill his killers. The longer he_lived, the more of them he_could kill. He also resolved_to start_looking into weapons. Sniper rifles_and such.

# 8_– Invitation_to Vengeance

The following_evening Ryan sat in on Jason's_session with Mele._Jason was visibly tense, frowning and_clenching_his jaw.

"I have_to_find_them," he_said, on the_verge_of tears._"I_have to make them pay."

Mele and_Ryan_stood on either side of his chair_and gently rubbed his_back_and shoulders. They said_nothing.

"I don't understand you guys,"_he said. "You know what happened_to me_and to_other people. You go on about the Maui Juggernaut and the_government terrorists, and the Prison Industrial_Complex. But it's all_just theory_with_you. You study_it,_dissect it_and talk about it. but you're too_chicken shit_to do anything about it."

He paused,_slowly shook his head_and_added quietly, "Not that I know_what you could do about it_short of blowing a few_heads_off,_which would be suicidal."

Mele said_to Ryan, "Should I get the_clipping?" He nodded_and returned to his chair. She left_the_room.

Ryan looked at Jason and said,_"We_have to talk to you about_something_important."

Jason_flushed with fear. He had_offended them and they were going_to ask him to leave. Where would he go?_He was still_broke, waiting for the car_insurance_award.

Mele_returned, handed Ryan a folded page of newsprint and sat_down.

Ryan unfolded_the paper, handed_it to Jason and said, "Notice the girl's name."

Jason perused_the article.