Every summer, collegians gather at the beaches to celebrate before returning to the books in the fall. They’ve worked hard for nearly a year. Now they play hard for a few weeks. On this day at a Daytona beachside motel two men in ski masks are armed with 9 mm semi-automatics. They burst into a room filled with college kids.

"Throw your wallets on the bed," a gunmen yells. One macho collegian tells the bandits to "jam it." They do-they jam the barrel of a 9 mm up his nose. Quickly, the boy quiets down. As ordered, wallets are tossed onto a bed then stuffed into a pillow case. The short gunman grabs a cute coed by the hair and yells, "Stay cool-otherwise this pretty little thing is dead meat." The young female hostage faints dead away.

"I don’t need this," the gunman says as he releases his grip on the unconscious girl. She falls to the floor limp as a wet dish rag. The gunman grabs another coed. This one is defiant. She stares into her captor’s eyes, letting him know she is unafraid. This second hostage-the bold one-is forced at gunpoint into a pickup parked just outside.

Nobody tries to follow. The college kids are certain the bandits will kill the hostage if anybody tries to follow. Police are called. Of 14 people in the double suite, you’d think at least one could give a good description of the bandits. Nobody can. But they all agree on one thing-it was a very big gun.

The 19-year-old brave-hearted girl is found two hours later on the grassy median near St. Augustine. She is, of course, dead. Two two bullets in the back of her head. The frightened girl? The one that fainted? Friends say the fainting spell was staged. So what! At least that girl-the frightened one-lived to tell her story. The "brave" girl earned two bullets in the back of the head for her valor.