Dinner that night at the hotel had been nice, although it was not the great treat she had expected. It wasn’t that the food was bad, but it was just...rather bland and unremarkable. The service wasn’t bad, it was just slow. It seemed as though the waiter just assumed that they had nothing better to do than sit around and wait. She wondered if her impression was correct or just a result of the fact that she was tired.While eating, she had looked around the room at the other people in the. As they passed the Cuban dock, they could smell cigar smoke and hear the laughter of several men above the quiet hum of the boat's electric trolling motor.Maria looked at Max in alarm. This was a larger force than she was told would be present. Max shrugged and whispered in her ear, "Intel is always off by at least a factor of five. I always plan for it."The gallant little putt-putt pulled into its intended slip Max jumped to the dock, tied the mooring line, and reached back to take the duffel. She decided to rest against a tree on campus to study for her test. There was a group of guys playing catch with a football near to her but they seemed to have things under control and they were probably frat boys anyway. Deciding not to think anymore about them she buried her nose in her text book."LOOK OUT!" Someone called before the football collided with her forehead. Her head slammed against the tree and she blacked out.Someone was tapping her on the face. "Please wake up..." Moria's eyes. Sam, Emma and Nancy followed me into the building where we helped Nancy and Emma up onto the roof of the office whilst Sam and I moved ourselves behind some stored equipment under tarpaulins at either side of the doorway and sat down to await developments.Several hours passed and we were rotating the families through the warehouse to keep warm and also to use the toilet facilities inside using bleach to assist with the flushing and strict instructions to do a basic wipe down of anything.