I couldn't remember the last time I had female friends who were not jockeying for positions.Gwen and I meet up with a group who are trying to take a c...nsus of who was in what bunker."How many bunkers are there?" I ask, curiosity is still not satisfied."5, in a triangle shape starting with the apex at the back of the compound," Gwen answers dutifully. She is a much better source of information than any of the men had been. "They all have different functions." Interesting," I say to prompt her. He is looking more upset than I have ever seen him before."Napoleon," is all he gets out before I am slipping out of the sheets and on to the frigid floor next to him."Give me two minutes to dress and I will meet you out front."He gives a nod and steps back through the door."'Nosis? love are you sure you want to go?" Nimrod is the first to ask.I say ferociously, "Absolutely." then lean in to kiss his cheek trying to take the sting out of how strongly I was reacting to all this. Nimrod, turns. A grin on the lips and sheer devilment in your eyes - I can tell you're intrigued. We hug, and I feel you press against me and spread your legs slightly, pushing yourself forward against me so that you can feel my erection. I take a deep breath, sigh, and kiss you softly on the lips, your fresh youthful scent most arousing. I pull back because I know that if I don't then we'll never even make it to the end of the road, and I'll just have to come up with other options. I look you over from head. They practiced stalking each other with a stun setting of two minutes; getting shot was not painful with this setting, but it was embarrassing, since it did make you piss in your pants!The attack had two objectives: recover the rogue transporter and gather any business records that might be around. They didn't want to just wreck the transporter because they had to assume that it could eventually be repaired. They wanted to return it to TWT so that they could be sure that it would never again be.