As much as she loved Maeve, for some reason I was always her favorite. Probably because my youngest brother is a little weird, my oldest brother is an...asshole, and Maeve is often driven to the point of abstraction. I was always just there. No goals, no quirks (other than introversion), and no qualms about soaking up TLC from someone who cooks like Ilsa can.I got the rest of the bags out of the car while catching up with Ilsa in German (she taught me fluent Bavarian-accented German growing up).. She could scan the most arcane product support manual on earth and somehow manage to retrieve the tiny bit of information needed to solve a problem.One of the local PC support companies hired her as an escalation resource for when their staff couldn't figure out a customer's problem. They didn't call that often, but she still got paid each month for making herself available. So she seldom had cause to leave the house on her own; and the thousand dollars she put into the bank every month really. As usual before I went out in evening while searching for a place for anal masturbation I looked for a distant place with long bushes in a wide area so that I wont get visible while in squatting position. I found a right spot (which I thought it was as that time). That place was slightly distant from the main road and as usual no single locals were around at that time. I parked my bike on the narrow road went further into the bush. I had my carrying bag which has everything I need at that time. It seems that Captain Ramie called in a favor from his big brother. Somehow I just don't see how you or the space station, can stand up to fire power of the 7th fleet. So I will just sit back, and watch you die.''Damn you, Rouge!' Bonnie injected.Then the Admiral invaded my mind again.'All right hotshot, what the hell do you think you're doing, anyway.'"I think the jig is up," I said loudly to everyone.'I don't care who you are or what you think you are smuggling, I warned you what would happen.