” She broke down in tears again, unable to finish the sentence.I shook her hands to try and get her attention. “Hey. Ems, hey. Look at me.” She ...aised her eyes to mine, blinking to clear the tears which were forced to run down her cheeks. “It’s not your fault, okay. It’s not your fault.”“But it is! Don’t you see?” She ripped her hands from mine and wiped her eyes and cheeks dry. “I saw the car coming before you did! If I’d called out ... If I’d done ... something, anything, then Rissa might. ?I’ve got to unpack,? I said trying to push him away. It was obvious what Warren wanted and as his wife I should be accommodating but the situation was Celia had soured my mood. ?Look, you promised we would spend some quality time together on this trip,? said Warren reaching down to grasp my buttocks. His strong hands kneaded my flesh as he ground his groin against mine. Quality time was his code word for sexual intercourse. He pulled me tight against his crotch. I could feel his. What I saw might have been the tip of a drone wing sticking out a warehouse door. I looked at the area and absently mentioned it to senior sergeant Aaron who snorted, "check it out when it gets dark."I had planned to spend time with Narina but nodded. He sent me out and said to let him know what I found the next morning. When I walked into the room I stopped and stared. Narine stood up from the bed and the medic Kristy turned from the three tall open trunks or chests. The bed was large and wide. The last of the three had put into Buena Ventura on Bay of Pigs. The latter two craft, I saw from recorded data, had sent out a patrol each, to secure the small towns; then the ship would beach itself on the white sand and disgorge its load of war material and men. The disguise they used hid this purpose very well.The Russian ships looked to displace about 5,000 tons. They were fairly large but not what would be common in later years. The satellite gave an estimate of 500 feet and a beam of 60..