The Ultra PBC's were also based on technology assistance we had received from the Drandians. They had a similar range as our conventional ER (extende... range) PBC's, perhaps a negligible amount more, but they had a horrifying rate of fire. In ancient historical terms, they were rotary cannon compared to conventional machine guns. The turrets were situated 8 per upper and lower side. 8 turrets could target a ship anywhere in her sphere of fire at once. A conventional dreadnought normally. You’re too close to this one. You ain’t thinking right.”“It’s not the case,” I told him, acknowledging that I had not been on my A game. “It’s personal.”“Personal? Dude, I been your partner for over ten fucking years. What’s going on?”“I can’t get into it, now. I need to get back in there.”“Fuck that shit, bro. Tell me what the fuck is going on.” I knew Martinez too well and realized he wasn’t going to back off. With a sigh, I confessed my suspicion that Jude was cheating on me with her yoga. As we walked down to the riverside the heavens opened! Down came the heavy thunder rain. Wayne put his brolly up as he’d no coat with him and we made for shelter under some large trees to wait until the rain had passed. We had a cuddle to keep warm and dry, he bent for a kiss then squeezed my hand. The cuddle made us both relax. As the rain poured down, even the ducks swam from the river into the more sheltered reeds nearby. He pulled me closer, around ten minutes passed. Eventually, the. Whatever Mike had done to Tony, it required that he run away as fast as he could.Steve searched the rest of the bedroom and then something in the waste bin caught his eye. He picked up the crumpled cardboard and cellophane packaging from a pair of Kaiser, flesh-toned, ultra-sheer, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. Hmmm; maybe Mike had a girlfriend or a female accomplice? He checked around the bedroom carefully but found no other female clothing. He rechecked the dresser and noted that two of the.