They should be here in a few minutes."I was still in a state of over-stimulation from my afternoon with the power elite of the forest industry. I was ...etting an inside look at how policy was formed and just how subtle Henrik Rasmussen was. As we relaxed, another thought came to me."What do you suppose happened with Crystal and Astrid this afternoon?" I posed.Henrik shook his head. "We can only hope, Rick. By the way ... did you say something to her about Crystal?"I wasn't going to lie. "Yes.. I got a call from a close contact that a girl needs to clarify few doubts from quantum physics, syllabus. I was short money was amazingly good and I said yes and got the address to reach. I couldn’t resist repeating the fact that it was a very beautiful house. Servant came by doorbell, showed me the way to study room, where I kept waiting for 10 minutes until she appeared. I heard the sharp footsteps of sandal coming towards the room and a lovely voice came very good afternoon sir”Oh my god, am. Ashley stopped, took Jarrad's head in her hands and gently turned it back toward the lake. "I would like a little privacy. You keep a lookout for submarines." Jarrad chuckled at the old fashioned reference to submarine races, but did as he was told. He heard a rustling of clothes behind him and Ashley's skirt dropped into his lap. There were a few more sounds of clothing before Ashley lay down at his side and put her head in his lap. Looking up at Jarrad, Ashley saw a mixture of emotions -- his. ”“Fucking finally,” Tyrone snarled, lifting up his assault rifle. He flicked off the safety and I hissed.“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up!” I said.“Who is this?” The gruff voice asked over the comlink.“Brash the Dragon!” I said, cheerfully. “And I think I can help with you.”“Mr. Miles!?” The gruff voice exclaimed. “I, uh, of course!”“Holy shit,” Tyrone whispered, his hand going to his helmet to turn off his mic. “Did the Old Man just kowtow to a fucking teenager?”“Brash. The. Dragon. Holy shit,.