General Whitworth was snapping his equipment belt around himself and reaching for his battle helmet as he yelled out, "Strip the son-of-a-bitch naked....Put him in a cell until I get back. If he tries to give anyone an order, kill him. There are two other names on that pad there," he said, pointing. "Lock them up, too. Don't let any of them talk to anybody."Whitworth picked up his phone and punched in a code. The alarms cut out and the speakers changed to the warbling wail of base full-lock-down.. She looked so old, so frail, nearly whiteand didn't seem to recognize him when he rushed up to help."What is it? What happened?" Scott asked wishing with all of his mightthat it was nothing. A bad meal or something simple. Something she wouldrecover from and by tomorrow she would be her old lovable self again."What in heavens name are you doing in pants young lady and my stars!Who cut your hair?" Scott's grandmother yelled as he neared. Scottstopped dead in his tracks. Young lady? Pants? Hair?. Instead you will be able to get whatever information you require by simply asking Bill. He is fully conversant with all the non technical information about the organisation and the use of the system. Not too many people can understand the technical side anyway."As Morg settled back, Higgins inhaled deeply and blew out a long breath."Young man, that is a lot to absorb in a moment but why are you in the Navy — glad to have you and all that — but you are wasted in Andrew particularly on the lower. Robbys just a little peculiar, I said as Isabelle giggled. Well, if you need anything text me, Im going to get going pretty soon. My mom said, going back into her room. A painful, awkward silence took over as I slurped the rest of my cereal, trying to be quiet. Sorry you had to see that earlier, Isabelle finally said as I brought my dishes to the sink and started washing them. See what, I replied, hoping shed drop it. She giggled to herself as she finished the cereal, bringing her bowl and.