“Craft is launching vessels, lots of vessels!” Jicclo reported.“Fighter, bomber or boarding craft?” Vislow asked.“Suspect boarding. There’... a hell of a lot of them, all going towards the Fleet.”“Swing us around. Let’s try a few pot shots at them,” he ordered.The squadron changed its heading to intercept the alien vessels moving at speed towards the 2nd Fleet, rapidly gaining on them until they could clearly see them on the internal visual aiming scanners.“Fire!”The rapid firing railguns spewed. Only names, locations, dates and times have been changed for privacy]"I didn't want to be too rough and leave a mark". I told Eve before gently pushing her back to the work surface. "I hadn't thought of that". She replied as I kissed her neck and reached down to her bottom. I lifted her up so she was sat on the worktop, legs open, standing between he thighs I slid my hands to her knees and lifted her legs. Eve leaned back and put her hands behind her for balance. I kissed and sucked her nipples. ” He spoke without giving any of us a chance to reply, so we let him talk.Eventually police cars converged on the hotel and fanned out looking for the shooting. Once it was established that the immediate danger was passed, they began their painstaking process of clearing the building and grounds so those who had been trapped out in the open could be moved somewhere safer. Their supervisor rushed to our door and crammed inside, shoving the guard nearest the door, out of his way.He was big. I’m. Buffy suffered alongside her, unable to look into Faith's eyes. Unable to see even the slightest sign of life other than the constant beep... beep... beep of the machine, which grated on her nerves. Knowing it was Buffy herself who had done it to Faith. Never hearing Faith's voice, not knowing whether or not Faith could understand anything that was going on.Hadn't they, together, been punished enough? Hadn't they, together, suffered enough?So Buffy was angry at everything. Angry at the Deputy.