As I said, I could have been in the auto-doc for fifteen minutes or fifteen days. My name. I have a name."Finished coming up with excuses?" someone sa...d. I managed to peek through one eye at the speaker. Bald. Flat chest. Brown eyes. Nobody I remembered."Yes, sir," I slurred. "Excuses off, sir." I'm a woman," she said. "Medical Technician Wright."I thought that the name was appropriate—if I was injured or ill, MT Wright would make it right."Stop with the jokes," Wright said gently. Did I. It was my dad’s influence that made me such a good shot. He owned and operated a small sports shop in our town. There wasn’t much I didn’t know about hunting and guns. I especially enjoyed myself on the pop-up target course. We would walk down a path and when a silhouette of an enemy soldier jumped up we had three seconds to hit it before it went down. To make it more challenging, some of the targets were of non-combatants, maybe children. You kill a kid and you scored zero for the course. . I’ve got some more of this stuff (nodding at the wine bottle) in the fridge, but it’s not much fun to drink alone. How do you fancy joining me?’ It was the middle of the week, and a woman that I hardly knew was asking me back to her place. But I was at a loose end, and so I asked myself where’s the harm in it? So I stood up, smoothed down my skirt, re-gathered my hair into its band, and said: ‘Sure. I have nothing going on tonight. It’ll be fun to share another bottle and watch a film together. A lot of preparatory work had been done in the last two days, as we could see piles of sand dotting the plaza. Two teams of two were spreading the sand evenly for the stone layers. Work continued on the Finca Operations building. From this distance, it looked like the walls would be high enough this afternoon or tomorrow to start placing the vigas on the non-Store portion of the building. On the store portion the vigas had already been placed, and the roof looked completed.Satisfied with what.