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glimpse of what looks to be several solid black unmarked Government type SUV's parked

               randomly thru out the entire resort parking lot. These un-marked vehicles seemed odd as the


               enchanted resort was a very low key, discreet wealthy tennis resort. I continue my brisk walk

               down the sidewalk directly past the clubhouse entrance and past the hallway to the resort


               member's only restrooms. Two minutes later I find myself at the tennis clubhouse font parking

               members-only parking and run dab smack right into Rayden Goldenberg as he unloads his bright


               red plastic colored ice cooler and two really "beat to shit" black portable fold-up chairs.  Rayden

               Goldenberg or AKA "Golden boy" or "Ray Ray" as I often called him has to be the craziest


               Sasquatch looking, long as hell arms Jew boy and of course best friend a human being could ever

               have! We were both stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia from day one of our first combined eight


               weeks of intense Infantry boot camp.

                       After graduating boot camp together, I received direct orders to report to my advanced

               sniper, and intelligence advanced training with the eighth Psychological group located in the


               secret Airforce base called the S-4 located deep inside the base of the Papoose Mountains in

               Lincoln County Nevada.  Flashing back in time almost fifteen years ago, we had both lost touch


               with each other after Rayden finished his Army service with honors. I had elected to re-enlisted

               for another four years to complete a Special forces twenty eight week sniper certification school.,


               which I completed while Rayden attended Grey’s Technical University located in the heart of

               Scottsville. Rayden graduated as expected with the highest honors his Ph.D. degree in Quantum


               Physics.

                       By some odd random chance almost fifteen years ago from this late hot July Friday


               afternoon, the hottest summer month of Scottsville, I bump smack dab into Rayden by accident

               at "Lucy's" a local sports bar located near the luxurious city of Scottsville's adjacent to twenty
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