They would appear and disappear like apparitions in the dense fog, walking quickly with their eyes cast down and shoulders slumped against the pervasi...e gloom. Even the most pragmatic of them couldn't have anticipated the damp chill that now enveloped their fair city."Perhaps he's changed his mind," the woman said in German with a glance at her watch, but her companion shook his head and then his shoulders beneath the wool overcoat he wore."Patience," he replied. "The fog is making him. While it wasn't cheap, it tasted cheap. "All they need," Sam remarked, "is a stripper." Be patient," Madeleine answered, gesturing toward a nearby table. "I think there are some talented amateurs in our immediate vicinity."Sure enough, Sam turned to see a buxom, Latin-looking brunette in a peasant blouse, seated with another woman in the company of two Marines. The women looked young, the Marines even younger. The Latin girl's Marine had his arm around her and his hand dangling down into her. He noticed she made an exception to her no make-up policy by wearing lip gloss. Thoughts of those luscious lips made him step towards her and grab her for a kiss. They both moaned as their desire for each other started to burn. He had to regretfully pull away before they missed dinner all together. He kissed her briefly one last time. ‘You are so breathtakingly beautiful, love,’ Gabriel told her. She blushed in response. ‘Shall we go to dinner?’ he asked dashingly as he held out her shawl. She. “I am sorry Corporal, Sergeant but I have imperial orders.” Suddenly they were sitting on the floor beside the command chair empress Shelby was sitting in. A shocked look appeared on her face as they all watched Tempro emit an odd blue beam. Space rippled like water in front of Tempro as he accelerated forward into the waves and vanished!Shelby shook her head, “Temporal displacement, and transference, interesting.” Turning she looked at both of the shocked men at the foot of her command seat..