"Candi, you did an excellent job with the apartment and dinner looksgood." Thank you Ms. Gimble." Now Candi, why don't you offer our guest a drink," S...erri said."Yes, of course Ms. Gimble." He turned to his boss, "Ms. Hilliard couldI get you a drink?" Yes. Could you make me a dry gin martini with an olive?" Yes, Ms. Hilliard." Then he turned to Sherri, "And you Ms. Gimble?"I'll have the same Candi, thank you."Luckily, Charles was quite the mixologist due to his part time work insome nearby. ”“I got three k**s too.”“Awesome!”The two of them drank more liquor over the next hour.Corbin started, “I always wanted to apologize.”“Why,” Lana inquired.“Because of the day I tackled you playin’ flag football.”“You remember that,” her eyes widened.“Hell yeah!”“That was a dirty move,” Lana laughed.“I know,” Corbin said standing. “I was dry humpin’ your booty.”“I thought so.”“Yeah. I knew you knew. But I couldn’t say shit. Why else did you think we always asked you to play football?”“I thought. "I know, but here's what they look like," Tony said as he brought up the image on the ships main screen.The black ship appeared on the screen, she was two and a half miles long. Sensors dishes, weapon pits and shield generators covered her hull. She had a tower like a submarine, positioned in the center of the hull and it stood three hundred feet high. The scan came back showing, one hundred heavy pulse lasers and seventy railgun emplacements, on her starboard side. The bow and stern had thirty. But let me ask you this - what happens if you do? You don’t know how it was done. Maybe she stays as Mandi, maybe Amanda comes back. Maybe she’s pissed, and maybe she doesn’t care who did it.“I know you could break me, but do you think you could take a Protector? Even if she’s not fully-formed, do you think you could take her, one-on-one?”There was a pause as Devlin narrowed his eyes, thinking about Marty’s words. Slowly, cautiously, he lowered the rat-faced man, and nodded.“Very well,” he.