As he came to a stop just short of their circle of socialism, he could not help but hear the kind comments for their trio of helpers. He felt a hand ...ouch the back of his head, only for it to leave immediately. ?No, don't pet him. He's a working dog,? warned a gruff male voice.?Oh, but he looks like such a good boy,? the female voice responded.?Try the remote, I can only guess what that's for.?Unable to look up to his admirer, Bitch just had to hope she would push the green button. He did. "In a voice barely above a whisper, Kyle said, "Oh, fuck, please let this be a joke."Three Years AgoKyle Watson smiled. It had been an epic weekend so far. Spring Break with his buddies hadn't really been something he was looking forward to, particularly as their destination was Myrtle Beach. Not exactly Cancun, Miami or Acopulco, but then, they weren't there for the sun. They were there to party. Party they had, Kyle wearily observed. They'd arrived on the Friday morning, got drunk and partied. I arrived anxiously awaiting to feel her next to me. I had placed my job with a "on hold", as I had the luxury of often working from home. Riding the elevator up to the 6th floor I wondered why I was going to continue to see professional, "working lady" who indulged in meth. I had seen professionals before, but not a known d**g user who was ten years older than me. She had left the door latch wedged between the door and the doorframe so that I could walk right in. My eyes immediately scanned. The former major would remain in his quarters for the remainder of their stay under, as Meiersdottir had warned him now so many months before, armed guard.Evidently Miller had taken advantage of the ship's semi-deserted state to break into the weapons locker where he'd picked up the laser he'd been wielding. He'd been walking uncertainly toward the lander bay when he'd encountered the trooper, hurrying to board the final shuttle to the planet."'We'll go down together, Corda, ' he told me. You.