“I used to be an engineer. Why am I not acting like one?” Dexter said after staring at the screen for five minutes.He let go of the mouse and pick...d up a pencil. It was time to think, rather than act/react. He looked around for an engineering notebook. He didn’t find one. Grumbling, he turned to his computer. He realized that it wasn’t the best medium for organizing one’s thoughts. Sure, there were word processors and drawing programs. However, they weren’t as fast or as easy to use as a sheet. I smelled even worse. My fresh washed body clashed with the underlying stench of raw garbage. Even I couldn't stand to be near myself. How could I expect anyone like my Master to bear up standing near me? My shoulders sagged, I guess I'd just have to grin and bear it.I parked my car to the side of the KMart store, finding a fairly secluded spot from other shoppers. I got out of the car and headed to the building. I hated that I couldn't avoid not going in, but I knew that this was the only way. "No. Wait. I'm not selling cookies..." Shelooked up at me with eyes that were as big as eyes could get withoutlooking freakish. "Tim, I... I... need your help...." This plea, along with something about the way her body moved as shebrushed the dyed blue hair out of her eyes gave me a flash of awareness."Jeez, Jamie... Again?" "You're the only one I trust," she said looking down at the floor,biting her lower lip, and then glancing back up at me with lust in hereyes. I opened the door fully to let. "Eventually, they're going to have to admit they lost. That admission is above and beyond the documents they signed."Connie said, "I need a drone ... one we can afford to lose."Mr. tower officer grinned, "It just so happens..."xXxWhen they were fueled and ready to leave Cheyenne, Wyoming, Junior set the quarter scale RC model transponder to 5150 and launched it. New drones can fly a preset route ... this one was set to overfly Hasty, Colorado and Boise City, Oklahoma at about 25,000 feet. If.