The door swung slowly open and in walked Fiona and Yvonne. They were gorgeous girls, both in the mid thirties and both dressed stunningly. Fiona wore ... navy skirt suit and cream blouse through which could be clearly seen the outline of her white lace bra. Her skirt clung to her shapely hips, the sharp front split opening to reveal pure white stockings as she sashayed towards me. Her light brown hair was drawn back and pinned behind with a large ornate satin navy hair ribbon and her make-up was. "Are you the faggot that's been messing around with my girlfriend?" Excuse me?" You heard me, faggot. I'm Scott Patterson. Sophia is mine, and I'm telling you to stay away from her." You don't tell me what to do." I'm telling you now. I don't want you as much as looking at my girlfriend." Sophia is my friend. If she doesn't want to talk to me, she will tell me, not you."Scott snorted, "What the fuck you think this is, pussy-boy? Sophia does what I tell her. And so will you." Yeah, Sophia does. The reason I bought three is because Ben (Mr. Franklin) suggested that as long as I was spending your money I might as well spend it. You can only murder me once.You bought a nice Cub. (which Ben will buy when we're through with it.) An SNJ for advanced training. (Ben will gladly buy it after we're done.) The last one is a 1953 Beechcraft D18S, nearly new and repossessed. I bought it ... with only three bullet-holes ... because Ben said we'd need multi engine, tricycle gear, and instrument. He covered the distance quickly, and there was a flash of sparks as his dagger met her armored forearm, glancing off the blue material harmlessly. Undeterred, he tried again, his strike easily deflected. Her power armor could stand up to some of the most powerful Human firearms, there was no way that he was going to penetrate it with just a combat knife.That said, her shields would not deflect a blade as it would a bullet, and there were joints in her armor where the underlying suit and her.