"I think I have some 50 caliber machine guns, that can be fitted in the doors of your chopper, if you have someone who can handle them." said Joy."Tha... is what we came looking for and we should have no problem finding someone to work the guns, if necessary. Also we would like a few shoulder fired stingers, we can use to defend the camp." said Roy."That section of the armory is well protected and I don't have access." said Joy."Not to worry, Ken is a locksmith and has brought his tools. I think. Get Kuenta to help too. She may need the heart."The two boys were escorted away by Ronnas and Andis. This had to be a portal and I was sure the assassin would not suffer the kind of pain Bosma suffered just to go from one place to another. There had to be a way of protecting him. The medallion drew my eyes immediately.I picked up the medallion and put it on my own neck. For some reason I changed my mind and tucked the metal so it was against my skin. I felt a tingle go through me that was not. ”“Yup.”“The Mars Magnet is not her end goal, is it?”“Not by a long shot.”“Do I even want to know?” The mentally and emotionally robust assistant asked with some concern.“Fusion will be the next step. I think that is what she needs the mirrors for. Stockpiling them now is a good idea. His I bet.”“And the step after?”“I have a few guesses, but they are premature.” Lady Strife sat at her desk considering her young compatriot. “I think it’s time to scare Catherine a little. Maybe introduce some. He was wearing a short white apron, that didn’t hang quite smoothly over his penis. Isolde and George both laughed, and Isolde, said, “Oh look! A French maid!” They all three laughed then, and George said, “Get up here, Fool, and hand me the tray while you get yourself settled.” He reached out and took the tray and the bottle from Terry, who walked around to the other side of the bed, untying the apron as he did so. He carefully hung it over the back of the chair, and setting his pillow.