Ama nods at Jasmine and they wave their hands together. An arch appears on the road ahead and seven large black SUV’s make their way down the road and park in front of the girls. Many doors open and people begin to file out. A woman who exits from the first car quickly makes her way over to Jasmine and gives her a light hug. She’s short with plump features and very round. She has long dark brown hair pulled up into a tight pony tail that sways as she walks. She is wearing skinny jeans with converse, and her top is a baseball style black shirt. Her skin is lightly tanned which complements her hazel brown eyes. Her face looks stern and her hips sway with attitude, and all authority is set in her eyes.
“Captain Smith,” Jasmine says with a nod.
“Jasmine,” the woman says. She looks to Ama and
