It sat there idling for what seemed like forever then the trunk popped open. This was it, I ran as fast as I could hoping it was the right car and hop...ng no one else decided to drive past or worse turn into the parking lot. I finally reached the car and dove into the trunk, pulling it closed behind me. The car began to move.After what seemed like forever the car began to make several turns snaking its way through back streets before drawing to a stop. The trunk popped open and I got out into a. I easily picked up the beat and began to sway my hips. The floor was crowded and I kept bumping into people. No one minded, I guess they were used to it. I was lost in the music, and the drink I had went straight to my head. I felt someone consistently bumping against me from behind, so I thought I’d play along. I took a step back and let my ass rub against them. As the fast paced song faded into a slow one, I thought for sure the person behind me was going to leave. To my surprise I felt their. One particular woman who looked like a hotty but was a grey with dyed hair by the name of Nancy Newman was more insistent than the others. She began coming in every other day buying one or two items and slipping me notes. Her notes were on flowered stationary with her name and address printed at the top. One day in July, before work, I drove by her place. It was a small house with a two-car garage. The garage was almost as large as the house. After receiving a fifth or sixth note. “Oh?”“Yeah,” Gath said. “If you’ll recall, I did a little favor for you the other day and you said you owed me a big one.”“I did,” Sparky said carefully.“I need to ask a favor,” Gath said.Sparky nodded. He had a marine’s sense of honor, after all. “I’ll help you if I can, Gath. You know that. What do you need?”“I need a hover,” Gath told him. “Do you still have command authority to assign them?”“A hover?” Sparky asked. “What do you need a hover for?”“They’re kicking my slagger out of here in.