The room was filled with odd-looking items of furniture, some covered with drop cloths. The homeowner was sitting on a sofa reading a magazine. Spid...r plants and other plants hung from heavy hooks bolted to the ceiling. "Very nice!" said Mr. Johnson. "A very cozy pub-like atmosphere." Mrs. Johnson stepped into the laundry room while Mr. Johnson explored the utility room. Gail walked over to the seller, "You must be the seller, Mr. Fredashay?" "Yes. You can call me Ben." . This was not the only time Daniel had noticed Ronen’s clan looking to Stephen Douglas for his easy grace, and Daniel did not like the comparison in so many of Ronen’s clans eyes. Stephen with his slim frame, fair hair, and bright blue eyes seemed the direct opposite of Ronens dark looks. Daniel rode silently beside Ronen. He had known Ronen all his life and only lately begun to worry. Ronen was a warrior, and although he was leader enough to want peace for his clan, ruling over peace was not. “And you are?” I asked. “I don’t suppose we had that many conversations... possibly none actually but I see-” her eyes flicked towards the crowd as she lowered her glass in the general direction of her friend, “- that you’re still a predator!” “The blonde?” I shook my head, “No, not really, you wouldn’t... believe me. I admit she is quite attractive but predatory thoughts hadn’t entered my head... not till you put them there!” Now it was her turn to shake her head, the bob barely moving as. Go ahead Captain.” The Commodore was aboard Happy as well, but he was on the flag bridge. Even though Happy was a Navy Auxiliary ship, it had the room for a Naval task force commander and his staff, and the escorts had become very necessary in the home system during the last several months.“Sir, I got the relayed message. It appears that we will have to do a fly-by extraction. If so, we will need the sweepers out front. It looks like a Bastille Day fireworks display in the upper.