I took another sip of my scotch and then almost coughed it up. There, before me, stood Jackie. Yeah, Jackie of Bonnie and Jackie. Jackie, the lesser b...tch.I swear, a red haze seemed to cloud my vision. I couldn't believe that this piece of shit would have to balls to confront me. What did she want now? to poison my drink, perhaps? - to finish the job?"Please, Max. Don't explode. Please, just let me talk to you for a few minutes. I know that you have every right to hate me, but just give me a. What could it mean? She had trouble finishing up her chores and constantly would go back to the window and see if more had gathered on the tree branches.Bria wasn’t in a relationship. She had nobody to ask about the weird birds. She searched online to see if she could find anything on her computer. All that she could find was the birds were probably looking for dead animals to feed on. She knew there was nothing dead in her yard and was scared why the birds were there.Bria was nervous and. I laughed at their dirty jokes, and just smiled and even blushed a little. The more they drank, the more I flashed, the dirtier the jokes were, eventually, I was their object of the sexual remarks. They said they would never leave a hot woman like me alone on a Saturday night., they said things like they would keep me chained to the bed, laughing, I just laughed, pretending to be shocked our embarrassed. This just was fuel to their fire, and they continued. They never noticed that they were. They're being reprogrammed to explode on contact. The moment they strike whatever is in the bottom of that trench, they will detonate. Sir, their effectiveness will be less than a third of the deep-impact results, but that will be more than sufficient to destroy any exposed target."We should have our own video feed from the aircraft cameras when they reach the target area, sir. It will be about the same quality as the Volgograd video, coming through a communications satellite link." Excellent,.