I did look at several informational intel notices. Like the report of drones being used against fleet marines. They suspected Specter and the heavier ...eaper drones.Both were highly stealthed and fleet had no idea of where the drone nest was. I worked through the morning and into the afternoon before I accidentally got a sat image for the wrong area. It was next to the port instead of a thousand kilometers away in a small town. I told major Eric he had given us the wrong coordinates.I started to. He looked at me and laughed. “Aww Claire!” He cooed, “Don’t you trust me?” I looked up into his swimming pool blue eyes searching for some sign. “Sure I do, it’s just not like you to be so upfront.” I muttered. All of a sudden we were outside by the parking lot. I had butterflies in my stomach. Maybe the rumours had all been true... What was I getting myself into? We reached the bike shed. It was unused and aging badly. “The bike sheds? Come on Scott, are you serious?” I joked. His hands. The meal over and several of members of the media left the room, there was a buzz and I felt myself holding my breath, “are you ok?” he asked, “yes, sure of course, I’m with you aren’t I?” I said wriggling out of the interrogation, he gave me a sideways look as though he was not sure I was being honest with him, then there was a small disturbance at the side and a grey haired elderly gentleman followed by two women and two men walked around the room and went to the podium, the guy must have. God did I feel embarrassed, the twins were threatening to tell everyone.The only way they said that they'd keep it a secret was if I can back totheir flat and gave them a private show.Left with no other option, I agreed to go back to their flat. Although Iwas to ashamed to admit I was in face really turned on by the thought ofbeing stripped down to just my sussies in front of them.Arriving back at their small flat, I was quickly told to remove mytrousers and shirt. Standing there before them,.