“STAND DOWN! STAND DOWN! YOU WILL STAND DOWN!” The men were cowed by this and backed up. “This is the 82nd Fucking Airborne and you will act lik... it! Now I don’t know what’s going on, but you will not act like a fucking third world pisshole army. Is that understood?”There was some grumbling, and the sergeant was moving closer to me. I shrugged him away again. “IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”Sergeant Briscoe answered, “YES, SIR!” and the moment was over. He turned to the rest of the men and shouted, “Third. They frequently have the answer before I have the question." Thank you, Ma'am," Whitworth said as a grinning Arlene began gathering up dishes."It's the black one sitting on this end of the inside garage. It's all gassed up and ready to go, but there's a credit card in the glove compartment if you need more gas," she said.Whitworth turned to Jeff. "So you have tanks up here?" Well, I don't per se. Frank already had them installed when we moved in," he said, nodding to Wainwright, who smiled. ” We walked, not back to Smyth as I had expected, but in a direction further away from where she lay. We walked through several more storerooms, each full to bursting with stacks of new crates. Miles turned and grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly as another much louder rumbling shook the tunnel system. That time I stayed on my feet, though the guard took a tumble. I grinned at him. I don’t think he liked that much. We were walking quickly before the lights came back on. It was obvious Miles. Who she liked, who she didn'tlike, and who she didn't seem to care about.She also provided me with a list of guys I could expect to try to make amove on me at some point in the evening."Seriously? Don't they know she has a boyfriend who is basically a madscientist?"She shrugged. "Charlie doesn't usually talk to people at school aboutJackson. She mentions that she's seeing someone without ever reallygiving them any details. I always thought it was because she was eitherembarrassed that they were.