Franklin the driver and I both saw a quick flash before everything went dark. It could have been an old electromagnetic pulse weapon from fifty years ...go. I had Michel, the engineer, do a hard reset of all systems. Nothing, and five minutes wasted. Then, I remembered a rumor that some rebels may have mines or devices which triggered the "Kill Switch". Our leaders vehemently denied such a device was even possible; let alone scrubby colonists from the edges of the Republic could make one. That. The wife helped her get ready and we drove her to her house to meet her friend Carlin who was waiting, she had her own key to enter the apartment and rushed to the door concerned about her tardiness so while Carrie went to finish getting ready the wife waited with Carlin. I went to use the restroom and hid around a corner and delayed while they talked for nearly half an hour, later the wife told me a wonderful story of a nearly thirty’s dancer out of a long relationship. During there chat. I took him for a male, probably their leader. At one point, I stifled a sneeze and he held his head up sharply, stomping his front hoof. The other goats instantly stopped eating and raised their heads. They all remained motionless for a moment, and when their leader slowly lowered his head to continue grazing, the others followed suit.I'm not sure how long I sat there. When I first arrived, the light of dawn was slowly creeping over the mountains. I didn't have a watch, so when I felt sunlight. It slipped down around the legs of the woman facing towards me. Without breaking the step or the rhythm of their dance she stepped out of the skirt now crumpled upon the floor. I slipped off my shoes to pad across from the bar towards the door. I locked the front door, and turned the sign around to show Fermé. Silently I returned to the bar. Oblivious of me their dance continued. Those legs were gorgeous, and I realised she couldn’t be one of the working girls. With legs like that.