"It's okay, we have to do what we have to do," she whispered, as if such an intimate moment, a father and daughter moment, was not to be heard by anyo...e else. Letting a little smile escape her face, reassuring him that she wasn't upset, though deep inside, she was still confused, not knowing the difference and lost between the love and lust between father and daughter, and wondering how far this would go. How far would this all take them? Would they recover from this? Would their family. Right now, they were having trouble finding enough people to mount a fight.Lt. Jones said, "We would like to help, but I don't know how much good we could do. There are only 15 of us on the base, and none of us are combat troops. We were left behind to act as an emergency maintenance unit. We have a few guns, but you saw how poorly we can use them."Bill said, "We don't need you so much as shooters, though you could easily learn to do that, I think. What we need are people who can build and. I guess I went away for a while. But now I’m back.”She leaned against his shoulder, sighing with relief. “I’m glad. I missed you.”“Me too.”Her head was on his lap. She was looking up at him, her irises a vivid melange of their inherent rainforest canopy and reflected cobalt sky. He was looking down at her, fascinated by long strands of sunset-hued hair as they passed through the comb of his fingertips.“I’ve thought about your proposal, and I accept. I’d like to do something in the city. With. Yet Angus could not shake that gut feeling that this corpse was NOT Aries Stark! He had learned early in his career that just because everything added up did not necessarily mean that the evidence was correct. Evidence could sometimes be tricky, like the holographic pictures you spend hours staring into, just to clearly see the image hiding in the mess. He also realized even earlier that most words had 3 meanings, coincidences usually boiled down to precise, premeditated planning and the most.