There were warehouses all over Europe and the world that were filled with crates of weapons and pallets of ammunition in case a new world war appeared...overnight.The Chinese and the Russians were the worst for selling old weapons to any group; the AK47 was a third world favorite. It was easy to disassemble and clean, and worked well in all environments. Nearly every rifle we had burned in the La Jarita raid had been an AK47.As long as it was kept dry, ammunition could last a century or more.. Dad started spluttering, “Your mother’s in here painting. You were supposed to be doing your homework. How was I supposed to know... ?”I pointed pathetically at the computer, “I was doing my homework!”“But why were you... ? Never mind.” He shook his head, obviously not coping very well with the conversation. That made two of us. He pushed Liz in the back so that she stumbled into the room. “Your friend’s here! She’s staying the night. I said it would be okay!”And with that he stepped back out. I could tell they were mother and daughter; the resemblance was amazing. The difference in breast size was the only obvious difference, besides age. Alex had dressed much the same as her mother. Every once in a while she would look me in the eye and wink slyly. I hoped she would not be too obvious about any sexy ideas she may have had, at least not while her mother was here. The evening was going well. Dinner had been excellent. Moni helped Sue clear the table while Alex and I sat in the living. We had hardcopies of the preliminary plans defining how to produce the device stored in a cardboard tube marked Antigravity Plans. Our kids had seen the tube on my desk, but we didn't think anything of it.A couple of weeks later, our eldest girl, Melisa, came into my office and asked if it would be okay if she took the tube of plans and sold them to the man who talked with her after school. That made me angry, very angry. I talked with Melisa and learned how the man had approached her, drew out.