Soon enough, we were cranking the motor. Just then, the door on the main house opened and the visitors came pouring out towards the plane. I heard the...'ZING!' as a 9mm. bullet from that Luger whizzed by. I throttled up, but we weren't moving!Damn! The wheel chocks. I swear that I got out and back in 30 seconds and we were trundling down the grassy 'runway'. In the shakiest takeoff seen since the Nazis rescued Mussolini from a mountain prison, we were up and airborne. The rest was. "Can you combine your determination with absolute discretion, Lynn?" he asked with his eyebrows raised."Oh, Dr. Jones, I can be and would be the soul of discretion." Can you follow instructions to the letter?" he asked."Oh, I can, I can," she implored."Turn the lock on the door behind you." Lynn turned and twisted the lock, throwing the dead bolt in the door to his office. "Now, unbutton your blouse." She felt the warmth in her face as she blushed at his request, but she desperately wanted that. "I have a wife and children waiting for me. I would much prefer to live amongst True Believers than amongst atheists or, indeed, heretics such as you."The Special Officer blew out his cheeks and lowered his gaze towards his hands which he clasped together on his lap, not so much in prayer as to disguise the agitation that could so easily excite them as he reflected on the appalling acts of cruelty and violence Isaac had undoubtedly committed as a police officer in his colony."I am not intimate. There was no sign of people outside the house. Jake holstered his rifle and dismounted. With a pistol in his hand he approached the house."Hello!" Jake yelled. "Anybody in the house? Do you need help?"Jake continued to yell out as he cautiously walked closer. He heard a weak noise when he was about twenty yards from the door. He had been approaching from the side, where there was no direct line of fire from inside, but hearing the weak voice, he decided to speed things up. In a painful but.