The first picture was of a girl in a green bikini. She had long blond hair and she was smiling, looking happy leaning on a fence outdoors somewhere, s...anding up. One hand was running through her hair. Definitely posed, but clearly just playing around, not a professional model. The bikini was pretty small, but she was very skinny, too. You could see tan-lines near the edges of the bikini, showing that she had maybe recently moved to the more revealing one. Sophia sighed - she herself had zero. Using the skills I'd learned in school I put together a rough schematic and then built myself a little radio beacon. I installed the transmitter in my cabin's attic and connected it to an old TV antenna that had never been removed from the roof. It plugged into a light socket, and for safety I rigged a long-life rechargeable battery. The receiver was so tiny that I played merry hell cobbling it together, but I finally got it done and attached it to my keyring. The system had a range of about. You sure you'll be alright?" "Yes." She sighed and rose and went to the door, but before going outshe leaned inside and blew me a kiss. "You're my little man fromnow on, hon," she said, and closed the door. That night had taken place some years before and was one ofthe very early incidents that had so endeared me to Martha Jane,and her to me. Now it was a few years later. And Martha Jane hadbecome more than just a neighbor. More than a friend. And now Isaw that she was the one who seemed hurt.. „Administrator clearance not granted. Continue with the current objective, Caveira." Caveira rolls her eyes. Not the first time that the administration finds her motives of investigation „lacking any sorts of substantiation". She sighs and continues running towards the objective, now in a more cautious manner. A thought of doubt comes into her mind as she looses the red shining light out of her sight. What is that thing and how did it blind her with barely any light sources available? She.