Of the group scheduled for launch from the Israel-Syria base, one had malfunctioned and aborted. An incredible feat of engineering, no doubt.The Himal...yan launch, completed only a few minutes before, was just maneuvering into its orbital track, which would eventually join the other thirteen squadrons already in orbit, trailing the alien fleet around the globe. A couple of hours from now, the Australian squadron would join them, then the attack would begin.The plan was relatively simple. Half. "Anne, it's Mary. I'm at Denver airport. Can I come and stay with you a while?" Her voice was on the edge of breaking. I knew she was almost ready to scream and cry."Sure. Of course. What plane are you taking? When does it get here, I'll meet you." Oh, Anne, thank you. I'd have had to go back to school; I couldn't bear that. It's Flight 63, gets there at 3:47. Oh God, I can't do that, get you out of bed at three o'clock. I'll get a room, you pick me up in the morning." Mary, shut up. I will. He was coming up the stairs. He came in and sat on the end of the bed."I have to leave for about a week and go to New York. Someone stole a lot of product and we have to work that out."I got up, "No one else can do that job," I started to go downstairs."Im the boss it's my job," he yelled.I heard him packing upstairs. I put on a pot of coffee and started making breakfast."When does your plane leave," I yelled back."In a few hours"."Do you want me to take you?" No Im riding with John" Ya'. My reaction was slightly different as the whiskey went straight to my head. “Damn Chad, I needed that” she sighed clearing her throat and holding the glass out for a refill which I happily did and then sat on the edge of the chair trying to regain my composure, my legs were spread like men do and from the look on her face I think something was hanging out which as she was smiling she obviously liked. I looked across at the cotton cloth of her shorts and the way she was sitting with her legs.