Thirty minutes later Helen pulled her tank top back on followed by a double sided shoulder holster holding two handheld, rapid fire rhino rams. Then she put on her short sleeve shirt without buttoning it up.

“Helen, please, let me come with you,” Turtle said again, this time his shirt off and sitting in bed.

“Turtle, the rest of the family needs you here. I’m checking on Sprite, but we’ll be fine.”

It was obvious Turtle didn’t agree with his wife, but he also didn’t argue further.

“Sweetie, trust me,” Helen said, kissing her husband once more. “We’ll be fine.”