“Go back to sleep and you can tell me how it turns out.”Liz pressed up against me and threw a leg over my waist.“Uh-uh,” she said, shaking her...head and sitting up. She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. “Now you.”She tugged my T-shirt upward when I didn’t move quickly enough. I took over the chore and she resumed her spot on my chest.“Skin to skin,” she said softly before she kissed me on the chest. “Love you.”I ran my hand over Liz’s soft blonde hair. It didn’t take her long. " I protested.Molly nodded. "Good. When they start complaining about the care you know they're getting better." Satisfied, she left."Sheeze!" I said to the now silent room. Somehow Molly just managed to remind me of Mammy from Gone with the Wind.I made my way slowly down the hallway to the bathroom. I brushed my hair, my teeth and washed my face. Looking in the mirror I looked tired. Actually I felt tired. I went back to bed and slept for another 2 hours.Awaking I knew I had benefited from the. Angel had the only practical idea and it was a long shot. We would help them stockpile weapons (both offensive and defensive) in the desert along with provisions and the capability to produce fresh water. What forces they had would trickle in to the area and construct defensive positions. They would then wait for the dictator to attack them.By forcing the confrontation they could get the forces into the open and spring a trap. The weapons we had developed could accomplish this much. They were. Philippa pushed Jason to stand and helped him walk up the stairs to the podium, where she stood with Jason helping him to keep upright. There was pandemonium in the hall, as the results of the top nine appeared on the holograms.“Jason Kargo was born on a primitive planet, without education in warfare at the level we provide. He had experience in special forces, as most of you will recall from his holo-vision interviews, images of him fighting in jungles without augmented armor, minimal medical.