. .’ Gillian’s voice came over the speakers. ‘Nothing,’ Max said, cutting her off and flipped the VOX switch back off. ‘Bitch,’ he added q...ietly. He leaned back in his seat and waited for the Megalodon to pick him up. He didn’t wait long. Gillian’s ship maneuvered under the Mako’s spiraling trajectory and maintained distance. Max ruefully punched a short code into the keypad and his landing gear came down. The Megalodon trusted up and caught Max and his ship on the foredeck and he felt the. PHAC wasn't even the final acronym for the high temperature explosive that was a research project in an unnamed Navy-funded lab. I had carried the little thing stuck to a corner of the frame of the sunglasses that I never wore. A duplicate was on the underside of a shirt button on my camo shirt. No sense placing all my eggs in one basket that may get blown overboard or something. Always nice to have backup. Oh ... yes, the duplicate ran on a different radio frequency, so I wouldn't burn a hole. " Then he pats his pistol.I know my husband and the pistol threat is not an idle boast so I caution, "Jack my love, if you were to eliminate Glen, you would incur the wrath of all the Marines assembled."He further declares, "So who the fuck gives a shit! The bastard deserves to die!"I gently remind him, "Well I for one give a shit. Your son Ivan for another gives a shit and our unborn daughter for still another gives a shit. Now promise me that we more important than your anger toward Glen?. From a distance :) To understand you see, Natalie was this small petite,dark haired, tan, older lady. My only hang up is that she wears way too much makeup. But enough about that, Natalie waited to approach me about it a few days later when she saw me walking by her house...She was working on some landscaping in her front yard. Natalie waved me over and thanked me. I told it was no problem and told I was sorry to hear about the separation. Natalie broke down and I have her a hug. I was wearing.