She tried to take her mind off the financial hole shehad dug by concentrating on increasing the girth of Kevin's love tool withher own well honed oral...skills, but her attention to that tender task was niggledby a nasty inner voice reminding her that she had drained all her meager savingsand was within a thousand dollars of blowing past her credit card limit. But Wednesday morning (well, one in the afternoon to be precise), Kevin remindedher that with four days left of their vacation there was. ”“Great! I’m right outside and we need to head off. Traffic is worse than usual today. We have to navigate past some accidents already on our route. That always slows traffic down as people tend to gawk and look for blood.”Linda got into the front seat of the limo, sitting with Boris, despite his protestations. She didn’t like riding in the back like some movie star, and besides this way she could chat a bit with Boris as they rode along.“We’re going North on Pacific to Santa Monica and hook-up. The palms cast long shadows now, and the walls which grew taller as they approached glowed orange in the early evening sun. Rico looked about him for open land as the leash kept him taut behind the horse; the wall seemed to dissect the island at this point, there would be little chance of escape. His heart gave a small leap as he noticed a small boat sailing back in the direction of the penal colony, as he looked down the length of a cove to the ocean; he immediately recognised it as the boat. “All stations set condition Zebra throughout the ship.” I ordered.Hatches were shut and red “Z” levers were turned.“All stations report condition Zebra, captain” the XO announced.“Engineering, this is conn. You are GO for FTL engine start.” Beep Beep.“Aye captain, FTL engine start.” Ensign Chandler responded.“Engaging FTL drive coolant pumps. Field generator to standby. FTL safety interlock disengaged. Main engine shutdown. Conn, FTL is standby.” Beep.“AI, confirm exclusion zone clearance” I.