Jerry! Come quick! Tony’s reached someone else on the radio and you’re going to wanna hear this! Jerry! Come quick!” Jerry and Kellie left quickly, leaving Randy with Cheryl. They’d talk about the story she gave later. Right now, it sounded like something significant had happened. Jamal was a tall teenager. His accent was all southern Cajun and his dark skin gave a brilliant contrast to his big smile. He was a very active youth who wanted nothing more than to play in the NBA when he was older, but those dreams had died with the rest of the world. Jerry was about to go back to bring Randy along when the teenager grabbed all of his attention. “Come quick. Tony reached someone named Commander something. He sounded Russian. Come quick.” The three ran most of the way back to the shelter. Tony was on the couch listening with his headset on. When Jerry and Kellie arrived he took them off and told them the news.
