" Researching some leads. Listen, Rod, not that I don't enjoy your conversation but I'm driving so could you cut to the chase?" Thirty seconds after I...walked in the door I got a call from Washington, they want you on a plane within the hour." You called me just to pull something like that? You are kidding, right?" No answer. "Rod? Jesus, you're serious?! What the hell do they want me for?" They didn't say; just to get you on a plane yesterday." Shit! Rod, I have to make this meeting. I'm dead. I felt myself getting wet just by knowing what would happen on the night that lay ahead. He sent me a message, making sure I would come on the night. “Yeah, I’ll be there”, I confirmed, double checking my hair in the mirror. I still had a few things to before I would be ready to go out, a few small things. The hours went by slowly as I ironed my clothes, carefully making sure I got all the creases. My door bell finally rang and I ran to the door, eager to. She did have some nice tits."Thanks for putting gas in Mike! You are always so nice." She said as she started the carWhen she did the car made a terrible screaming noise like it was about to come apart. Mrs. Wilson looked truly scared at the terrible noise."This car is going fall apart on me yet but it is all I have." She said"Pull it over to the service bay. I know what that is and I can fix it quick." I said"I can't pay! I have no money!" She said with another note of panic in her voice"No. Doctor Frank wouldn’t know the answer. And Tabatha was still jumping back and forth from the ship to the surface, rescuing people from inside their mountain hideaway; a few people each trip. The Focal Press on the surface was still operating, as well, protected from the nuclear blasts by Tabatha’s time shield, firmly in place over the underground city.“These are the last of the burn victims,” Tabatha gasped breathlessly from behind them both.Jake turned and gazed hopefully at the small group.