His analytical mind then bent to the task of listing the questions this new Intel raised: '1: How did the IL group know the HS fast mover's Cell numbe...?' ... By the time he hit question fifty-three, he found himself bemoaning the fact that his NSA division had no 'boots-on-the-ground', and never would. NSA was based on SIGINT, not HUMINT. 'God, what I wouldn't give for some 'on-the-scene' reports. Who do I know that 'owes' me, or that I can cull for data ... hum? Well, that just might work, and. Ben wanted to look but hishead would not obey the commands of his brain. Fear had frozen hisneck in place. Better not to see it coming. If it's fast, maybe Iwon't feel it before everything goes black. "I'm gonna kick the dog snot out of you this time Ackerman. No oneignores me, especially some stupid fucking retard!" "Hey Turk, you know who won't like that," one of Turk's unseencronies called out from someplace across the street. "Like I give a shit about that washed up old fuck," Turk. Then we drifted off to sleep. We awoke at 8:30 the next morning and I thanked Carol for my birthday present. She only smiled and said "Honey, your birthday is today." I thought "OMG, what's next?" We got up and Carol took a shower first. After I finished my shower and was shaving, I heard Carol on the phone. The only part of the conversation I heard was Carol saying 10:30. I asked her who had called. "Oh, it was just Maria and we are going to go to the mall on Monday." We had breakfast and. Was this some kind of underground haven for free love? Were these girlspart of a hippie commune or something? He had never heard of hippies orcommunes that used robotic machines or electronic equipment like this, sowho were these beautiful, sexy, and obviously very horny babes?Al could not decide what he should do. Should he join in the fun? Shouldhe go to the door and act as a lookout? If he did, then what could he doif someone came who knew they were not supposed to be here? What if.