I have a girlfriend. You know I have a girlfriend, she's a friend of yours. Hell, you hooked us up together.”“Yeah.”“Wait...” I said, “Did...you hook me up with her to make sure I wasn't sleeping with anyone else in case you wanted me back.”She got defensive, “No!”I stood closer to her, “Really?”“I thought you two would make a good couple.”“How good of a friend is she to you?”Cassie thought for a moment, “She's not my best friend.”“If I kissed someone else, would you tell her?”Cassie looked at me. The diagnosis was a brain aneurysm but Hal had some doubts about the stated cause of death. Nothing was officially said but some quiet credit for his demise was being given to a country that was our strongest middle-east ally.The Afghanistan situation wasn’t getting that much better and it looked like we would be drawing down our troops in a short time as this war was not winnable in the classic sense. The middle-east problem wasn’t solved and continued to be a concern. Hal thought that since. I still carried the .45 and attached to my belt a sword, not the rapier like blade officers were allowed to carry with their dress uniform, but a heavy Nilfeheim style broadsword.The outfit felt constricting and tight. “Centron, are you sure I am supposed to carry a broad sword and a fur cape of all things? It doesn’t seem standard issue.”“Indeed these items have been added by highest authority, Sir. Now please follow the way light to the next IST. The Saran shuttle is waiting for you.”Sure. Martha quickly stepped out of her shoes and put them in the back of the locker, unzipped her dress and slid it down her body, catching her knickers on the way pushing both down to her ankles, bent down, and scooped them up. She folded them neatly and put them both in the locker. She then unclipped her bra, slipped the straps down her arms, caught it, and put her bra with her other clothes in the locker. Finally, she made sure she removed her watch and put it in the locker. She deliberately.