Your eyes were amused. You led me to the kitchen, where I perched on a stool while you poured us two glasses of a very good red wine and we caught our...breath. I burned inside, sitting just a little too far away from you, while we talked about a surprising array of things that we had in common. I wanted to feel you touch me again. I cleared my throat. ‘You made me nervous, that night.’ I said, your eyes were intent on me, you knew instantly what night I was referring to. ‘I was trying to invite. .." he said in a frustrated tone, throwing the packet across the room. "Looks like I won't be relaxing anytime soon". Charlie got up from the seatee and slid his trainers on. Grabbing his keys and coat he slammed the door on the way out. Thankfully for Charlie there was a off-license around the corner to him and he could be back not before long. *Bing Bong* went the door alarm, the bright strip lighting was particularly blinding on these dark winter nights. "Yes Boss?" said the shop clerk, "Hey. Calvin WatersSSgt. Tony FranklinTSgt. Chris LangMSgt. Stu HendricksTSgt. Claude "The Princess" BennetMSgt. Danny StewartAuthor's notes - this tale is not your typical MAU or TG fiction story. I have written it as an investigation of events that happen at a remote military base. All TG changes have already occurred. Much of the story is told in the form of interviews or flashbacks.I have also included a much larger cast of characters than most TG fiction stories. There is no one central TG. I bit hard into my bath towel to keep from screaming, a muffled, animal keening as the sensation ebbed and came on in an even more indescribable wave. I was down on my knees literally, annihilated by it, light blistering through my clamped eyelids, teeth gnashing through that poor green towel."You okay?" Francesca's voice again. " ... Lenore?" I'm coming," I answered after a long second, hoping the rasp in my voice wasn't that noticeable, not even thinking of this particular choice of words was.