"We walked in silence until we reached the reception door and as the guardapproached to open it, May shook her head and turned to me. "The concertis ...aking a lot out of you, bearing in mind what you are going through,do you think you should pull out?"I stared at her aghast. "No! Am I not rehearsing properly, May? I'llpick myself up, don't drop me, I am living for it."She took both my hands and held them. "I wouldn't drop you for anything,Helen, I just needed to make sure you want to. Accountability is the new regime's watchword and this is for the best. They have stepped up efforts at Terraforming and 'Civilizing' the marginal planets and border moons, helping local populations develop to the point that they can fully participate in the Allaince. Now that the home base of the Reavers is known the combine fleet has gone and broken their main strength with Plasma-Fire and Torpedo barrages, then solemnly sent down thousands of marines to turn an entire continent into a. "Hi! Brian?" she asked."Yeah. So, uhm, you ready?"They walked around the corner and stopped in front of an old 1950's era Ford Thunderbird. The glossy paint was dark green with a narrow yellow stripe running up along the front door seam across the hood and back down the other door seam. It also had the number "2" panted in white on the back fenders, and had the strangest looking rear spoiler that looked a lot like a row of square jet engines.Christine commented, "Ford Thunderbird, huh?" Yeah!. Manuel had to step back so they couldn’t hear him laugh. For someone who didn’t know shit about farming, he knew more than the college kid who he just slapped back. When he could gain some of his composure back, he stepped out into the light. ‘Mornin boss,’ John greeted him, ‘so tell me, how much of this feed has the Professor and Maryanne over here, ruined?’ John was irritated, but saw the mirth in Manuel’s eyes. ‘About twenty tons give or take.’ Manuel looked at John with new eyes. ‘You’re.