Suddenly the entire car and surrounding area was flooded with light. "Christ!" the youth exclaimed, "What the fuck is that?" Helicopter search light,"...I explained. "What the hell have you done?"As if he didn't believe me, he wound down his window and poked his head out into the airflow, his curly black hair being tossed about in the wind as he peered upwards into the glare. Quickly appearing to give up the idea of actually seeing the chopper, but now knowing that my explanation was clearly. I was relieved to see we were getting habitat pods instead of a stack of sandbags and told to make our own bunkers. From the looks of this base, that had seemed a possibility.I pulled Sergeant White aside. “Hey Sergeant, hold off for a bit on building a replacement for the Sheep Pen. I want to see if we can find a place that doesn’t mean we have to traipse through your quarters to get together. I’ll let you know what I come up with, OK?”“Sure Pappy, but we don’t mind.”“Just sit a bit and let’s. The warehouse grows more reposed as the members slowly exit the building while removing their robes. The last one to leave places a fire-retardant blanket over the ritual pit before turning the lights off.Soon, nothing but the occasional rattling from the wind outside and rumbling of the steel resounds inside. Cold stillness fills the warehouse, until...Buyo...buyo...A round blue gelatinous slime the size of a baseball rustles the blanket as it slithers out from the fire pit. It makes strange. ”“So you don’t mind? You’re not going to stop pearl-diving if I stop shaving?”“Never! I’m liable never to come back up for air. I’ll be able to recapture my youth!”‘“You get any younger, you’ll be illegal! But tell me about this ‘recaptured youth’ thing. Are you saying that Whatshername -- Aurora -- had a hairy one?”“Oh, Jesus yes!” I said. “I mean, a gentleman isn’t supposed to mention such things, but, hey, wow! It was a jungle! That child had never shaved. Never so much as had a trim! It was.