right and wrong
So, this is where I'll tell you that I have often been wrong in my life. I have been wrong when it really mattered. I have done wrong with the confidence that what I was doing was right. I have been wrong when other people have assured me I was right.
Andy disassembled his weapon with lighting speed. He packed it away in the black backpack made specifically for a weapon of this sort. He bolted to the roof access door as fast as his little, chubby legs would carry him. He made his way through the condo/office building stairwell without being noticed just as he had done on his way up. Andy was good at his job. And for a nine-month-old baby, he was really good at it.