Instead of Guardian slang, 'Zone, ' that half of the screen reads 'target area'. The computer doesn't understand the subtle difference. I believe, als..., that the act of sitting in front of that computer with all the army terms coming at him, Castro starts to believe he's a soldier in a combat zone - something he's not trained for. This calls into question the whole purpose of the Guardian Force. Are they soldiers or policemen? If the latter, then why have they been given all that lethal. She noticed her hair was asymmetrically cut and nearly shaven on one side; not a nap in sight. Her eyebrows seemed perfect and her lips were glazed, not unlike a hot Krispie Kream. Her figure was well-proportioned and appealing "if" someone happened to ask. Seeing someone so attractive willing to help, the girl was less reluctant in her queries. "I need something to....get my juices flowing," she stammered. She was almost embarrassed to voice her wants, but realized she was in the appropriate. "But I am interrupting..." Monique began."Oh, not at all Mrs. DuMaurie," Rachel interjected, coming to her feet."I am sorry. Monique, this is my boss, Ms. Rachel Staunton. Rachel, this is Monique DuMaurie." A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Staunton," Monique said with all propriety."It is a great pleasure to meet you Mrs. DuMaurie, I have been a fan of your designs for years, ma'am." Please, call me Monique," she said, noticing that their appetizer's had not arrived. "Would you join us? I wanted to. Finally arrived the last formation of the day then would be released to start what ever your week end plans were. After dinner i decided that i would take in a movie at the post theater but i had time to kill so i walked over to the post exchange and check out the video arcade. My favorite pinball machine was unoccupied so i thought lets see if i could beat the previous high score . As i was playing i noticed a guy watching me play but really didn't think to much of it as i was busy.