The weather office had promised a scorcher of a week-end, however. Tom's thirteenth birthday was coming up and Bobbie had asked him, since at thirteen... he would "officially' become a 'teenager', whether he wanted anything special as a birthday party.Tom thought about it. "Yeah ... I know it's impossible since we don't have a pool but, rather than anything else, I would love to have a pool party with all my friends from camp."While Tom had 'more or less' kept Bobbie up to date about what had. I was a good fifteen feet above the water, which was quite a lot further away than I had ever been before when locking onto a water molecule. More importantly, I learned that I didn't need to actually see the water to lock on it. Maybe it was because there was so much of it. Maybe it was because I had seen it, and knew it was there. Maybe it was both. One thing I did know, was that water was eager. It was easy. Locking water without looking at it meant nothing – yet.We were on our backs,. . nine...”“Fire,” Kelsey said.The projectile zipped down the track and out of sight. Once again the lights went out.“The simulation has ended.” The AI said. “Scores are being compiled.”The lights came back on and Kelsey immediately stepped to the center of the room. She put two fingers between her lips and unleashed a shrill whistle that got everyone looking at her.“Thanks,” she said in the silence that followed. “Sorry for that, but I’m used to trying to quiet a bunch of people at the range I. Word out of the Washin… I rolled out of bed, because it was required for me to reach the blasted alarm. I stumbled to the bathroom and did the three Ss (Military reference: Shit, Shower, Shave). Feeling halfway human I grabbed a cup of joe and opened the email stack: routine, routine, routine, get to that later, routine, what? Sheila had left me a message through Gerald. There was no way she should know about Gerald. Why hire a spook, if anyone can find him? My head was about to explode. Then.