Taking a lawn chair, I leaned it back, stuck my fishing rod in the holder and waited for the bite. I fell asleep for a short time in the sun. Waking u..., I heard laughter. I looked over and saw a family playing on the beach not far away. The laughter was closer though. I looked behind me and saw a young girl, about sixteen laughing at me. "What's so funny girl?" I asked, more amused than mad. She giggled and pointed at my shorts. I had a roaring hard on. It was poking out the front of my shorts. ‘Zeb’,” Porter said distractedly, wondering what was going to happen next.Everyone else chuckled at his joke, even Zeb. The tension they had monitored eased a bit but not so for the spaceman. The captain drew a couple of puffs from his pipe and watched the smoke disappear into the night. “No matter how you pronounce it, the word is a mark of a book and letter educated man. There aren’t that many in this part of the world, and I can probably name a fair number of them myself.”Porter straightened. The two Agencies were rivals on the same side. Luckily they focused on two different areas of the world. Homeland belonging to the feds, outside the borders went to CIA, but when the two did work together, often times they clashed, with two different sets of SOPs, and Operational tactics. As soon as the CIA was contacted, so was an EOD team to come and look at the device. EOD had already inspected the device, when the CIA team arrived. The explosive was less than a brick of C4 explosives, more. "Let's go get some tail!" Miller whooped, getting out of the car and rushing after the taxi driver."I swear I'm going to kill that fucking moron," Fowler said."We may as well go and see what it's like," Chris said, getting out after Miller."I don't think this place will even pretend to be a strip club. It's probably going to be a full-on brothel," Terry said. "You going to be okay with that Chris?"The other guys had no illusions about why they were here. At some point they were going to bang.