I see it all. SSAs, sprawled on the floor, barely breathing. Daniel—a juijitsu master—on one knee, bleeding. Glenda and Cindi, beside the downed SSAs, looking up, terrified. Three intruders, smirking, with bloodstained fists. One clenches Kay’s hair to her skull. His eyes meet mine. His smirk becomes a grin. He steps toward me, dragging her…