That sounded good to us, so we jumped to the Moscow office to see what we could find.We began searching through the paper records while Genie went to ...ork on the computers. A lot of the paper records were written in Cyrillic script, so it was slow going through them. Genie had given us all a full grasp of Russian, even the written script, and we could read it, but the lack of familiarity still made it a chore to plow through, especially considering that a lot of the writing was scrawled in. With a good deal of scrabbling on the rock, it finally climbed up into the tunnel and hunkered down, effectively blocking any escape as it began loudly snapping its larger right claw.“Giant crabs?” Kal had seen smaller freshwater crabs by streams and rivers but nothing this size. When it had stopped to look at them its eyes had nearly been level with his own and it was now taking up the entire tunnel, which had widened a fair amount before reaching the room they were in.“Not giant, those live. After some buttons the front of her blouse was open and the line of her black and red bra became visible; the cups were still hidden. I moved my hands down her waist. Ana abruptly opened her knees further. The guys could see the gusset of her shiny panties, as I moved both hands down to her belly. Then, with one hand, I gently held the top of her tiny thong and pulled it away from her belly…I moved my fingers and found her mound was freshly shaven.More gasps from the audience. Ana began to. "What is it?" Sir, I don't understand these readings."The officer took a closer look. "Oh no." He raced to the deck phone. "Tell home base we have a situation!"Chapter 112General Colt, USMC6:20 am November 3rd, 200612:20 am November 4th, 2006 (local time)I heard a rustling noise in my room. I started to move around in my bed before I realized that nobody would be stupid enough to disturb me when I was trying to sleep. I think they're all afraid I'd send them to Cuba. Although that's not a bad.