It had the ability to tap into any satellite known in this day and age. It was powered by a fuel cell that would last approximately three months. Ther... was a spare, fully fueled fuel cell, located in the trunk. It was in a separate container. I also had explicit directions on how to recharge the fuel cells!Finally, it had the capability of firing an electronic pulse (an EMP) that would fry unshielded electronics for up to a thousand feet in a three hundred sixty degree circle. Though that was. This was why we needed Melody on our team. Reluctantly I admitted to myself that we needed more than just her and me.“Why don’t we ask him to try that?” I said.“I’m right here,” said Bobby, with no little amount of sarcasm in his voice.“Well, what do you think?” I said.He shrugged.“I never know what will happen until I try something,” he said.“Do you grasp the concept?” I asked.He nodded.“You know me pretty well,” I said. “I’ll go in the other room and look at something. You try to use my optic. He looked down at me, confusion across his features. “Who is that?” Riley followed my gaze across the dark parking lot to a black haired boy who stood next to a restored classic car. The boy was looking at me, without hesitation, and it was not the first time that night I had noticed him doing so.“Dean.” Riley's voice was flat as he answered my question, showing an obvious dislike that was uncharacteristic of him. “He's a junior. Trouble maker, always has been.”“Why is he looking at me?”“I. I watched her push her small hand inside her deep cleavage. My cock was semi hard before. I could feel it get rock hard now. All 9 ¾ inches wanted to bust out the front of my jeans. I had to quickly move on the couch. Trying not to be to obvious I had a raging hard on. I took a quick peek at Richie. He was watching his Mother man handle her breast. It took a few minutes… “Yeah! I found some. Little wet. You guys don’t mind?” she giggled. “No…The wetter the better. I always say.” I.