“Chariot Freight uses a standard secure crypt protocol for all priority-alpha transmissions. They self-purge after reading.” Cait bullshitted. “...f he was pressed for time, he probably encoded it with that protocol by mistake.”“Chariot sends these secure self purging top secret messages often?” Montague queried, incredulousness creeping into his voice.“Not really, it’s something built into the military spec surplus comms equipment he bought on the cheap when retrofitting the Chariots for. The two of them sat quietly for some time, sharing the boxes of food.When the containers were empty, Jenny said, "I'll clean up," and started to get up.Bob had other ideas and pulled her back down as he lay back on the floor. She almost fell on top of him and giggled. However, the giggle quickly disappeared as their lips went together and Bob's hand slipped inside her robe. As their passion grew, Bob whispered, "Turn over and lay on your stomach."Jenny lay on her stomach with a pillow under her. "Then again, we tied their hands. With friends like us, they can ill afford enemies." If we do something like this," Grif stated, "we need to have it in place the day we declare independence. Personally, I think a lot of our military will come over, especially those who were stationed here. But we need to somehow have the capability to defend ourselves on day one. Something beyond a citizen militia of guerilla fighters that is." So, how do you get the Israeli, Canadian and Japanese Prime. "Patrick, several of us probably have an idea what it's about. Lisa knows, of course. I think it likely that Elizabeth knows, as she knows more about our past than anyone except Lisa. Eric and I probably have an idea, but we could be hopelessly wrong. I'm sorry, but you really need to deal with Lisa on this. She's the expert on this subject. If she won't tell you, none of us will even hint what it's about. Lisa loves you and only wants what's best for you specifically, and all of us in general..