.. greyhounds of the sea. Fast moving hunter-killers put out to pasture that won the lottery of life. Long, narrow and fast looking sitting on the har...stand. Too small for drydock but almost too big for the land ... Sand Tiger Sharks rather than Great White. Kept alive by some man with too much money and an urge to frighten the shit out of his competitors ... I’d bet anything they’ll be armed and dangerous.The cat was being polished to within an inch of her life. The media-blasting and recoat. James knew this game but they call it 3 Card Brag back home. The game began with four of us and Nandini volunteered become our butler and watch our game. The game was moving with ups and downs, jokes (sometimes dirty), booze, cigarette and beauty (in TV Bollywood songs and Nandini). Around 1.30 am we had finished our bottle and ordered for next.Nandini was sipping her wine as she had just emptied half of it. As the game proceeded Shyam and Doc both started losing, James was wining occasionally. "Before you begin Dr. Michael Nevins, we must address one of your scathing comments. We Energists are not indiscriminate killers who simply claimed humans for no reason. Your physical words pierced our cognitive spirit, and we vehemently wish to inform you that we have a strong moral ethic or code of conduct. Even though we will be individuals, we Energists have made provisions to monitor what we consider immoral or pre-criminal type thinking. Should any Energist individual begin to develop. It was only true. I wasn't opposed to firearms. I just never expected to be 'exposed' to them. Well, I needed to be 'up to speed' big time. Like yesterday! How in the fuck do you cram for a test like this? I asked tentatively, "So we own guns?" Gwen was nodding her head in amusement a she answered, "We have a 336 Marlin in 30.30, a 444 Marlin, a Ruger 22 auto, Dad's Model 70 Winchester in 30.06, my Remington 742 in .243 and several shotguns.' I nodded; for some reason, I seemed to understand.