Uh ... other things..."Dear oh dear. Keep on digging why don't you, George.Nicole didn't seem to be taking any offence. She laughed at his discomfort....That was good, he supposed."It's fine," Nicole said. "I get paid well and I enjoy the work."Understanding suddenly dawned on George. There could be another reason why Miss Kitson had sent him here."Um ... Miss Kitson, she didn't give you any money to..." To do what?" Nicole asked, affecting an air of deceitful innocence."Oh, nothing," George. Much more than the ship would need under normal power, it was devoted to massive maneuvering jets and would allow the ship to move quite rapidly, over short distances, without engaging their engines and alerting enemy sensors. The reaction mass was also used to fire small sensor platforms, creating a virtual net of sensors out in front of their position and extending their passive sensor capabilities.Using an precisely aimed laser beam, they could communicate between ships with almost zero. I tried my best to break that awkward moment saying. “How come you look so hot!” She smiled and we talked about other stuff.Later that day, I send her an email saying that we should go for drink sometime, that I had fun with her during lunch. She replied “Sure why not, do you have any place in mind?” To be honest, I was just being polite, I didn’t really mean to go out with her. But I said “Sure some place far from work, that we can get high and no one from work can see us”. I don’t know what. “Yeah.” John agreed. “I didn’t feel any current flow when I finished. There must be something else we need to do.”“Wha’re tho’ spots onna walls dow’ ‘ere?” Dulgan asked.“No idea. I’ll check them out next.”Adam banging on the door to the hallway woke him up a while later. Dulgan had been sleeping as well, so when he jerked awake, his foot snapped out right as John was rolling to stand up. The offender was Dulgan’s metal foot, the heavy one. It thumped into John’s backside and launched him right.