Chief Petty Officer Cliff Whiting, a forty-six year old Navy man, was an expert working out of Camp Pendleton Marine Base at the LCAC (Landing Craft ...ir Cushion) training operators on what is commonly known as “Hover Craft.” Though hover craft had never been used in any major military operation there were seventy of them in existence.With the ability to move troops over both land and water The LCAC can travel at a top speed of 35 mph over water and 28 mph over land. Its main drawback is the. A pure force of nature that had covered the whole city in ice with everyone in its way encased in a tomb of ice. I had been a witness to the calamity that Frost’s trump card and I couldn’t help but wonder if Frank would be quick enough to stop Frost from employing said trump card.That was when it became clear in my mind that Frank needed my aid in capturing Frost. I needed to help Frank box Frost, so to speak so that he didn’t have an avenue of escaping. The only problem was that my core wasn’t. At first, Ashley thought it was the ravine that Harley wanted to show them. Then Jessica spotted a scraggly looking dog limping out from under the shade of a bush. "A dog," Jessie yelled. Harley rushed down to the dog that was wagging his tail in greeting. The dog limped and had difficulty moving. Harley threw his arms around the scruffy neck of the dog. The dog looked a bit like a golden retriever, but was probably not a pure bred."Wow Harley, when did you find him?" Ashley asked and she. I had already quickly showered and dressed by this time. I told the driver that I'd be right down. Before I departed I leaned over and gave Anne's ass a quick kiss. The cool morning air that rushed at me was refreshing. I spotted the town car parked by the curb and the driver leaning up against the side with arms crossed over his (or her) chest). The stiff chaffeur's uniform offered no clue to any sort of sexual identity of my driver. A cap was pulled low and sunglasses obscured half the face..