We were both sweaty, dirty and more than a little grumpy. My wife was particularly fussy - pulling out all our dusty old stuff tends to stress her out...She was wearing Birkenstocks, ragged cut-off jean shorts pushed low on her hips, and a threadbare tank top with no bra. She was up on a six foot step ladder struggling with a faded cardboard box high on a shelf. The tape holding the box together had turned yellow and brittle with age, so that when she hauled it down the bottom fell out, dumping. We had said what was on our minds andnow we just sat there."If you really want my help, I will do all that I can, but I warn you,this is a big decision..."Jared nodded. I stood up and kissed him on the forehead, "Okay, get somesleep and I'll arrange everything tomorrow."The next morning I woke up early. After taking a shower and gettingsomething to eat, I set up an appointment with an old friend of mine,Daria. She had been the head mistress in town who taught me everythingabout how to please a. I hadn't thought it out that far. I could feel the blood run from my face. "It gets worse. They pick us up and put us in jail. We can't get to the patch code transmitter to get out of these bodies. Mike never shows up. Mike is in jail as you. Do you think Rod is going to sacrifice himself to save us? I'll tell you what he'll do. He'll get himself and Frank and Kit out of their skins. We'll be too far away from the transmitter for it to work on us- and the transmitters only work once. That's it!. “Second scout group reporting contact with enemy,” the AI announced. “They have a small heavy weapons group under observation.”“Heavy weapons?” I asked, as generally GF did not go in for heavy weapons of any type, that was what Fleet were for.“Putting up tri-dee image.”I saw a Squad of ten, all carrying what appeared to be vehicle-mountable hyperbeams, moving stealthily towards what would be the rear of my positions.“Hmm, they could certainly do some damage if we mount a full attack,” I.