These were a pastel blue tank top with a pair of denim shorts. She also held these against her body to give me an idea of how they looked."Do you like...this outfit or the other one better?" she asked."Honestly, I have no eye for fashion." But which one do you think looks prettier on me?" Truthfully, you could wear a burlap sack and make it look pretty," I smiled.She laughed. "Well, I don't have a burlap sack to wear, but if you like the idea that much, maybe you can buy me one."I really liked to. But you'll wear the damned desert armor suits, and never go alone. Always go in pairs, always with a wingman, damn it!" Mike roared at them both.He stomped off, half in anger. Damned stubborn old fools! Their wives, and all of our mates, will never forgive me if some damned Chinese missile smokes 'em! he growled to himself."We've got evidence of truck-mounted SAM batteries (surface to air missiles) moving at night, and digging in under camouflage nets during daylight hours," Eric reported to. She was young and cold.Her name was Kr?nn. She sauntered into Brenda's with a fluid, imperial grace. A Princess-Daimya of the Fourth House of Ayjill, she carried herself with statelydignity and the icy, majestic honor characteristic of a member of anyaristocracy. A hoverdrone the size of a small insect followed her in,silently scanning the room for threats ... or perhaps just takingpictures to document this event in some future scrapbook. She ignored itand immediately started chatting up. "They were able to find all the transformed men. Iwanted to help restore them, if possible I ... signed off on the firsttrip, so ...."I fumed, but realized he was dealing with his own guilt. "Okay Carl. Forthe men, I'll do my best. But if we succeed, we're on the next planehome, right?" Of course."I went over to Dr. Felis, and said, "You sure you got it right this time?That goddess of yours isnt going to get even more pissed off at us?" I have figured out what went wrong, and everything is set..