...little help?" he said in vain, realizing he was clearlyoutmanoeuvred."Brad's got problems of his own." A familiar figure strode purposefullyinto th... room. I furrowed my brow, recognising him as the blonde-haireddude who'd kissed me in the hallway not that long ago. What the hellwas he doing here? Not that it mattered: Given the situation, Iwouldn't argue if Superman himself descended through the rooftop.Faye was pinned to the bed beneath Brad, her shirt torn from his greedyneed to paw at her. .She complies and eleven hours later runs into a fleet barrage and disintegrates...I'll go back a bit and add the take from another of those recon birds and here you can see Sopac fleet shut down lying in ambush. and only two CAs and a DD squadron didn't fire. A number of the others fired only one energy weapon and I noted some poor gunnery as an occasional mount appeared to completely miss...I've recorded the signatures of that fleet for reference."Adrian Makepeace collapsed the holo and. I was still so full of my own excitement that I barely dodged the boot in time. I jumped to the side as the heavy black work boot flew by my face. I moved so fast I nearly dropped my dinner on the stairs leading up to my door. A big, burly guy was running down the stairs right at me. I have to admit, I yelped a little as I jumped once again, this time to get of his way. While I'm not the biggest guy in the world, heck, I'm one of those tall, skinny guys, I'm pretty fit and generally don't make. “Are you her dad?” he asked, with a snarky ass grin.Now, he already had a face you just wanna pop for no damn good reason, except maybe asshole lookalike bias, so it took a bit of control not to casually walk over and punch him right in the throat. But words can sometimes end it before it gets there.*”Only on Mondays.” I replied“But today’s Sunday, Moses.”I smiled even bigger, he dropped his eyes, I looked in hers. *”Oh! I know!” I smart-assed back. Then I kissed her deep, just for effect. She.