None of them were serious drinkers, and mostly drank beer or wine.Maria was wearing a halter dress that reached almost to her knees, while Susan looke... comfortable in a zip-front jumper that displayed her broad shoulders and bare arms. Alice had raided her store’s racks for a sweater dress that caressed her body without revealing much.Peter finished pouring drinks and handed them around as everyone chit-chatted, totally aware that they were, if not avoiding the issue of what was about to. “I’m okay so long as I don’t do anything that involves my legs or my head,” I said truthfully. “Lana said my ankle is sprained and I have a concussion. I guess that explains part of why I passed out.”The doctor was looking at the clipboard he was carrying with my chart on it, so he missed the slightly crooked smile on my face. Fortunately Mrs. Powers was behind him. She was having a hard time trying to keep a straight face.“Yes,” he said with a nod, pulling out a pen and scribbling something on. In between the Hellfires were 12 improved Hydra Seventy rockets. The Hydra Seventy rocket started its life as a dumb fin stabilized rocket that had to be carefully aimed at what you wanted to hit.The Hydra Seventy rockets that JBG had were advanced models modified at the Israel Mossad secret research facility. They were still fin stabilized but now had target acquisition and lock on target ability. They were a foot longer than the original version.Mack Rubble was the Mark 38 chain gun operator. He puts his legs on either side of my tightly closed ones. He lightly runs his finger along my cheeks wiping away the tears that are still falling. "I'm not going to hurt you" he says softly. The tears stop and I look up at him. My chest starts rising and falling rapidly. "Then what you haven't got me here to play cards. What makes you so different to Justin" I say scornfully. Tyler looks me in the eyes. His eyebrows mash together as he questions whether I just said that to him or not. He takes.