“Yes. It’s warm.” Angelina’s head shot up. “Warm? No. It’s hot. Fucking hot…and exactly how long do you plan on keeping me prisoner here...anyway?” “As long as I must,” he said, walking towards her. She got a whiff of his cigar smoke – a scent that made her want to get down on her knees and suck him. Her pussy tingled in momentary delight. “ 'As long as I must',” she repeated. “That’s not a good enough answer. I can’t just sit here in this room, bars on the windows, getting eaten up by bugs and. Long straight glossy dark hair, almost waist length. Strong black eyeliner around almond shaped green eyes that twinkled. High cheek bones, vibrant bright lip gloss on the sweetest Cupid's bow lips that smiled easily and naturally. Real biker leather jacket with a figure hugging red dress underneath. Black lace gloves that showed blood red talons. Killer heels. Just my kind of lady. Her head fell forwards in a submissive manner, eyes to the floor. "Not yet," I said. "Let's talk as we walk. "Her. “We need people to work both the rail guns and the missiles, and we even need people to work the engines. You can pretty much pick and choose.”“Me work the engines?” Raccoon said with a snort. “That’s not something I could do well.”“So that leaves you working in the missile bays or dealing with a railgun. Which do you want for now?” I asked.“Now? Why just now?” Raccoon asked.“You might find that you want to try something else, or we might have an injury that requires some crew rotation. But I. "When I was shot, back in the nursery – what happened next?" I really wanted to know, even though it hurt to remember it.Colleen got an angry look on her face. "Jack and Edward shot both women. One got the shot off that killed you, but she was already dead and didn't know it. Rebecca worked on you like a maniac, but the damage was way too bad. You gently closed your eyes and then died..."She wept as she remembered that awful day.Rebecca took over the story. "When you lost consciousness, I knew.