Okay so that fucking logic program of yours works. Yes, we were arming both sides. Only because we are usually on the wrong side, no matter which side...we are on ... came the message from the farm.Interesting concept, but it isn't going to win us any favors with the government in power. So which side is winning? I asked silently.The government is always winning right up until they aren't winning any more, came the reply from the controller.So can you get me on that raid or not ... I asked.We. In the evening he took his fishing gear and went fishing. He caught enough fish for supper and to eat the next day. That evening Lee feasted on fresh caught fish, fried taters and onions, lettuce salad and pork and beans. That was his favorite lakeside meal and he looked forward to it the next day also. After supper he watched darkness fall while he had a few beers, then tapered off on some of his daddy's corn squeezins.There were some squirrels on the island and Lee shot a few of them to eat. “This is recent,” Borna muttered, indicating fresh tracks in the sheets of dust covering the floor. “Someone took the body.”“Let’s look around,” Rhys said, limping across the corridor. He looked into another chamber. The view was eerily similar. Another open sarcophagus, this time the probable occupant had been a male elf. According to the chiseled lid, he had worn a wide headband taming a flood of hair and carried some kind of crystal orb in front of his stomach, just above an impressively. Looking back, I noticed Brad casting furtive glances toward my tent. I came back to stand beside him. "My girlfriend's totally out." I said. "Those pot cookies..." Yeah, um, what'shername, Kristy, is comatose, too." Jeez, he couldn't even remember Kelli's name?He was still surreptitiously glancing at my tent. I had an idea."I'm not tired at all", I said. "I think I'll head back to the beach for a while." Uh, yeah", he turned back to me. "I'm tired... probably head back to my camp when I'm done.