"Even if you don't think you need to. In a short time it'll be hard to hold onto this space if you get up."Thomas nodded and went over to use the open...toilet. When he got up, he took a drink from the sink that was beside it.When he returned, Jack took his turn.By the twelfth hour, all the cells were packed to standing room only, with twelve men crammed into the small space. True to Jack's prediction, every time someone stood up from a bed or bench to use the facilities, someone took his place.. There was a slight limp in one of his legs, his black chest armor was scarred by plasma, and crimson blood was seeping from wounds on his shoulder and forearm. In one hand, he held a tiny knife, its blade wet with Kig-yar blood. In the other, he held the Elite’s plasma rifle, the red glow of its ammo counter indicating that the charge was almost depleted.He had torn through her squad like a Zealot, and how many more before it? Where else could he have obtained the rifle and the plasma grenade?. She gathered a floating air mattress and managed to climb onto it on her back. She used her hands to paddle and steer towards him.Dan stepped from the pool and began to towel off, standing about six feet from the other woman, she couldn’t help looking at the natural hang of his cock. He stole glances admiring her naked body, liking what he saw.Tina’s steering was direct and she accidentally on purpose bumped into the guy. “Sorry, I guess I’d make a lousy seaman,” she smiled as he stopped her. Her purpose was to serve and she disobeyed. Three men set out on horse back, led by Blair MacRae and passed her suspended body as they rode out of the village. Their purpose was to watch and take note of what happened at the castle, the way they had here in this place. Covertly, they observed the daily routines of the MacDonnell’s for two weeks, as they went about their lives, unaware they were about to be changed and thrown into bloody battle. They had met Laird Hamish MacDonnell, his wife.