Innes spoke low to the judge. I was closest, but couldn't hear what he was saying. The two used all the remaining minutes. Finally the judge backed aw...y."Marshal McBain, it is time, and you may proceed."My first blow was to get the range. It was a little too far to the right side of his back. I adjusted my stance. The second blow was just where I wanted it to land a few inches above his right buttock. I was careful not to hit the same place twice. My strikes marched from his tail bone up his. But you blew him away, Sandra, and you Bobby," he said squeezing her, "threw your body across mine to take a bullet for me." He hesitated for a moment, "Look, please don't take this wrong, but here I am, the big FBI man," he said, sarcastically, "and two pretty nurses are the reason I'm still alive. That assassin would have succeeded, if not for you two. Then, they tried nerve gas. People don't do that. Oh, you hear about atrocities like that in some third world countries, but Atlanta,. After all, the common cold was usually harmless, though very annoying to the person who had it, and to the people around who wanted to keep from catching it. The downside was that the cold viruses mutated constantly, and it was impossible to cure them all. His process went with all known cold viruses. Then he was going to find a way to extend that protection, to knock off those known mutations, closely associated with it.The twenty percent that were not covered were those cold viruses that had. Smooth as silk. Derek was silent, a dumb look slapped on his face. Miranda didn't care anymore, she was just worried about their missing clothes. "Derek!" She barked as she snapped her fingers at him, "Did you find them or not?" "N-no…" he responded, reluctantly averting his eyes. Miranda sighed and turned around looking out at the water for any floating objects. They were gone. She rubbed her forehead as she contemplated her next move. She was fine being nude, but Derek certainly couldn't walk.