Let's look up middle ages weapons." She input that request and we received three pages of answers. We started going through them looking things that w...uld help and that could be quickly made without taking Roger and his crew from the muskets and explosives. I saw pictures of a catapult. All wood and rope would do the trick and it could throw explosives a long way. I printed it out, thanked Nan and went looking for Robby. I showed him and Roger the print out I made and described it. They were. "Look at this!"Cindy and I had fully instrumented the cat feeder: hopper level for food, liquid level for water. Cumulative use rates. Logs of the times that Tommi visited. We laughed at it as we built the display. It looked as formidable as a full scale process control, despite the fact that it monitored three pounds of dry cat food and two quarts of water."And you did this?" Sam asked."Yessir. Cindy and I did this. Design. Construction. Programming. That takes care of a couple of years of. They drove the van away. I never saw it again, and I have no idea what happened to the bodies. I never saw the face of the second man I killed, so it doesn’t bother me the way the first did.Jonny didn’t come with the team to collect our prisoners. He sent Rob Forrest. He came in the grotty Toyota I’d seen when I collected Lisette – I mean Enid, of course, but she was still Lisette at that point. But this time he’d driven in company with one of those secure vehicles the Police use for. 'I serve at the pleasure of the President.' I thought, with mock humility.Stephanie picked it up from there. '... And the President is well pleased with his service, so don't give it a second thought.'The mental laughter this time was long and hearty.Okay, okay, let me back it up a little. See, when Stephanie decided to make her run for the White House, it was clear that as a single woman, she wouldn't stand a chance, but there was no suitable husband material in the picture. She had been so.