No ship can approach or lift off without us knowing about it and scrambling an interception flight. We haven't had so much as a blip from our scanners...since last week when that old personal flitter on the north landmass tried to make orbit." I'm not interested in old flitters that can barely make it out of the gravity well. I'm concerned about off planet meddlers bringing in medicine to combat our bio weapons. I've just received a report that those damn chameleons have begun distributing. It wasn’t glamorous but it was what needed to be done. I spent the next hour getting wood and stacking it where the bonfire would be. Everyone seemed better. Everything seemed better. Our tribe would survive after all and everyone was very hopeful. After several hours of planning and getting ready the feast began. We all sat in a semi-cycle facing Itan. He was in rare form tonight. He ate and drank with the best of us. Finally, a silence fell over the tribe as we waited for him to reveal his. "Tatiana shuddered but then smiled and answered, "I am glad I did not get that assignment - the thought of working under the Major is revolting."I continued, "Yes, I am sure the Major probably has her clothes off by now and is 'interviewing' her. But she is good at her job and will get every bit of information from the Major without him realizing it. With that information we can assure that neither of our men ends up in a Siberian Gulag."Tatiana finally smiled and suggested, "Perhaps we could. I had left my car in the pub car park, somehow thinking that if Lily didn't know I was home she would be surprised and it would unsettle her. Stupid thought really, she couldn't deny anything; it was all on the DVD. I slotted the disc into the player and pressed pause at the point where they entered the room and sat down. The photos, Vin called them screen grabs, I sorted. I wouldn't need all of them. I picked out the one where Lily was standing on the table naked, then another which showed.