Sighing, the General pulled out a comp and looked. “Not many I am afraid. At last count there were only ten thousand.”“Yes, you’re right that�...�s not a lot with the campaign that we are about to start. I am not really a fan of subterfuge. It always leaves a bad taste in my mouth. It appears though that ‘til we can fatten the ranks, we may have to resort to it, though I am hoping that it is only for a short while!” Bill spit out.They were moving out of the city towards a little known bunker when. After getting to see her myself, I think I’ll want a turn with her when you’re done.” I could practically hear her smile through the phone.It annoyed me. “Okay, bye.” I replied, not waiting for her response before hanging up. I could feel tension building up. My mouth twitched once or twice while my brain was trying to prevent me from saying something aloud. White-hot flashes of some kind of adrenaline flashed through my vision as I scanned my surroundings looking for something I wanted to. (Why would someone need three different hairbrushes?)I got Dad to crouch behind the stool, as crouching would work better, with the 'gun' in his hand. "If it helps you get in character as a mean, nasty, angry man, pretend I've just crashed your car, haha."I was going to cheat horribly, by making blobs fly all around Dad. If he'd been standing in a real hallway, I wouldn't have had line of sight, but despite what I'd said in my explanation to the parents, the purpose of the demo wasn't anything. . blowing Harry? He must be...Claire looked up and made eye-contact with Harry. He looked completely serious as he explained that he'd found a note, or written a note or something. She cut off his apologies with a peal of laughter."Oh wow, you almost had me there!" Claire giggled. "Yeah, I've got something to tell you, too ... Captain Jack has been going down on me for the last six months. I just couldn't stop him, the rascal..."She couldn't believe his commitment to the joke. In fact, as he.