”“Joss, I’d be glad to finance your Wayward Wind operations for a small amount of annual interest, just to keep you from spending your cash mone... on hand. You can deposit your personal savings in my bank like Mr. Polk just did and the Peters family have done for years, and know your money is safe. that way, I could pay you interest at the rate of two and one half percent on your annual balance.”“If it looks like The Wayward Wind can save money this way, I’ll give it a try.”Before we left Silver. He brimmed with magic. He drank more of those vials of pussy juices, fueling his power, creating a vast reservoir of magical energy to throw at us. The wind slammed down at us. The earth burst up to grab us. Fire sparked in the air. Water formed into spikes of ice to find me.I sent blasts of evocation spirits at him, forming beams of purple death lancing at him, stabbing at him from different directions. He defended himself. Bursts of rocks ripped out of the ground absorbed the energy, or air. The vehicle is still flying in formation with the satellite. They're about ten miles apart now." Analysis?" the colonel asked."The satellite is still a question mark, but we'll know more once it starts to operate. We need better pictures. It's most likely a communications package. As far as the vehicle goes, our team still thinks it's reusable." Where would it return to?" the colonel asked. "From what the file says, that runway is barely large enough for a small jet. There's no way you're going. It will kill him. He’s already ashamed of me. No please ... you mustn’t.”Not a real uncle, but so close to the family for so many years she’d come to look upon him as someone just like her dad. Since she could remember he’d been Uncle Horace. The polished woman, accomplished lawyer had lost all her aplomb. She cried bitter tears.Mr. Schilling got up, came around, and on one knee knelt beside her. He put his arm around her shoulders, “Now, now Maddie. Your dad needs to know.”Tears pouring down.