I had a few minutes, so I went window shopping in Perimeter Mall. I did notice that the Radio Shack had the bigger brick style Nokia cell phones for s...le. They weren’t the good ones with the Snake game, but it was a start. Once I got stationed somewhere, picking one up would be a priority. Thinking about it, I remembered how ridiculous the cell phone contracts were in the 90’s.Making my way into Nordstrom’s, I saw a girl that I vaguely remembered from the prior two appointments.“You’re the 3. This is very secret, and under no circumstances can you tell anyone where you are going. You won't be able to get or send mail or make any phone calls. This probably will be for at least two months, not more than three. I'm very sorry about this, but things have gone crazy over there since the President met with Khrushchev a few weeks back. Sam's already there, and said that he really needed you. If it's any consolation, which I doubt, he was quite complimentary about your abilities."I was. Why don't you join us for a drink?" We settled into the booth with me on Carol's right and Jim on her left. She rested her hand on Jim's thigh. The handsome young man who Carol groped on the dance floor came over to our booth and said, "Hi, I'm David and I'd be honored to join you folks for a drink." I looked up and said, "David, I'm Dick, Carol's husband and this is Jim who we met tonight. Sit down." I stood up and gestured David to sit on Carol's right side. When he settled in Carol put her. I couldn’t tell if he was grinning, or if that was just the way his teeth looked.The Borealans were not doing so well. The modular design of the guns seemed to overwhelm them, and their shots were landing wide of their targets. Based on their complaints, which were conveniently voiced in English so that their displeasure could be heard by everyone, I had surmised that Borealan rifles were somewhat similar to those used by humans in the latter years of the nineteenth century. Some kind of.