More importantly, they would not be bunched up and ripe for an ambush. He then told them to go any way they wanted but the vanguard would be going the...way that he had laid out."You may command the vanguard, but it is still my army, Lord Ragnar," Neelam pointed out."And?" Ragnar replied. "Do you intend to lead the vanguard, oh king?" No, I just want it clear as to who is in command," Neelam replied, crossing his arms."Do not fret, I know who is in command," Ragnar countered. "Oh, and how about. "Aye, Captain," the AI responded.It took the engineer, Tippen, some ten minutes to reach the bridge and by then Marlon was growing impatient. He had barely walked through the door before Marlon was demanding to know what progress had been made."Have you managed to overcome the problems you described the last time we met?" asked the Captain."I'm sorry, Captain, but no. I've designed and produced a unit that works, but it's altogether too heavy to be carried into battle and it only gives several. It still needed to be purchased, but I had managed a pro to go out to inspect it.While that deal was stewing, I went to work on the land for my air strip. I really didn't have much of a desire to negotiate. My main interest was that it be close and suitable for the take off and landing of ultralight aircraft. I mostly wanted information at that moment.Since it was almost three, I had to leave the wrecker and the airstrip till another day. I drove the candy cane red pick up to the headquarters. He reached over to shut it off when the text that was appearing caught his eye. Where he expected to see random computer gibberish, he read "Body Exchange Contract" just as in the story he had submitted. He stood by as the printer produced two copies. Thinking the incident was just a random text taken from his most recent document, he dismissed the whole thing and set the copies in the recycle bin and shut the computer down so he could deal with it later. He changed his clothes and marched.