'When he sees that you didn't do anything dumb, he'll be wanting you back, ' she smiled again and could feel the hurt in the young girl. 'You two wher... made for each other and nothing can stand in the way of that. Mr. Cole is just being a pig head for treating you like this, ' she laughed to Misty and enjoyed her first smile in days.Misty laughed to herself and wondered what he was going to think of her in a few hours. 'I hope so, ' she said looking to Shelly hoping that they would remain. Before she knew what she was doing, her fingers squeezed around it. “Ah yeah,” he said in a voice husky with desire. “I’ve been hard as a rock ever since I saw those pics.” “Terry, please,” she breathed, though try as she might, she couldn’t order her fingers to release him. She would never know whether he mistook her last, desperate attempt to stop what was happening for something else, or whether he was just too ensnared by his own desire to care. The next thing she knew, he was kissing her,. . no small ducks here." The airplane." No ... why?" There's spare engines for one ... or three ... since there's six crates of them." Only one airplane in the hangar ... a second Goose." Oh hell, I'll come see."Junior walked back with David ... Connie looked in the Quonsets.The hangared Goose was forlorn ... a broken spar made one wing droop ... it was possible to tell that a crew had been dismantling it when they were called away. There was an engine hoist attached to one engine ... the one. Pumping the shotgun to eject the smoking cartridge, Caerys backed off a step and cut loose a second round into the figure with the wet sound of organs shredding. Enkidu's harsh laughter echoed through the small room, and Caerys saw his blunt-tipped fingers wrapped around the neck of the thoroughly dead soldier she'd shot twice an instant before the corpse spun wildly through the air towards her, knocking her from her feet and sending the shotgun skittering over the floor and under the cart —.