“How about fuel?” Mia asked the captain. “Can we get some? We can pay.” Now she had Internet again, she could see Vieques was over 1000 kilome...res away, a bit farther than she’d realised, and there were only 67 gallons left in the tanks. The British Virgin Islands were just beyond, which was good with being out of CIA direct control, but no use if they couldn’t get there.“How much do you need?”“Perhaps five hundred gallons? Or more, would be ideal.”The captain sighed. “The store here is only. She had no hesitation showing off and embarrassing the rich, lazy gringos whenever she could. As she listened to a classmate with a very thick accent struggle to answer the next question, an interesting thought occurred to her. In the English literature class it was Mike Sinclair who dominated the class discussion, but in the Spanish literature class the obnoxious show-off was Ruthie Burns.When Ruthie stepped out of the Spanish literature class she stepped out of her comfort zone. She looked. Todd bet $100, and Deon immediately called again. The next card was another ace, the ace of diamonds. Todd bet another hundred dollars. "You gonna just keep bleeding me dry on your flush over there? You're making me pay good money after bad, son," said Deon as he again put another hundred in the pot in response to Todd's bet. The last card was a Jack of hearts. Todd bet $200, and Deon immediately pushed all in again, leaving Todd with a decision for his last two hundred dollars. "You made your. I showered more to wake myself than to clean and then got dressed. On the dresser was Pharaoh's ankh and beside it, a bracelet that Joey had given me. I didn't remember pulling it out, but it was a good piece of jewelry and it suited the jacket. I put them both on. My hair was a joke. The man looking back from my reflection looked nothing like the boy I was just a few months ago. Hopefully, he was man enough.It was raining, but I was in front of the building when the limo arrived. Nakamura.