. heads up!" I said, blaring out the last words uncontrollably. I could feel your body jiggle with laughter at my predicament as you continued to blow...me. Ann took on a concerned look. "Are you sure you're okay, Jeff? Your face looks flushed." "No, no problem," I answered with a shaky voice. "I just have a frog in her throa... I, I mean a frog in my throat." Well, okay," she replied, her face twisted in confusion. "See you tomorrow." "Okay, See you," I said, trying to restrain myself as best I. All the way up to my sweaty shins. I struggled to put my hardleather boots on. They were pretty tight with all those bandages. Myfeet did not like being contained. I had a hard time walking, but Imanaged to find my stride.As I did my little jobs around town, people were telling me howdifferent I looked today. A few shop girls told me that my skin wasvery smooth and soft.I enjoyed their compliments and kept on. But I hada harder time walking around. I kept stumbling and tripping. It feltlike my. "These guys were great. Look at all the work they saved you. Now you can relax and have a drink with us."I had met all four of the guys a few times over the years. They were all fifty or older. They were also nervous as hell at being busted by Dave and me."Thanks, guys! We certainly appreciate your efforts on our behalf and hope we can repay the favor someday. Pam, please get the guys a beer while I go change into a pair of shorts. It's sure hot here today," I added with a big smile.Pam gave me. Because the military does love their acronyms, we gave them one. SWEEP stood for "Stealth Warfare Electronic Espionage Platform;" because, even though it was capable of carrying an internal munitions payload, the amount of armament it could carry was a lot smaller than other drones currently in service.Marcus's original idea had always focused on something geared for intelligence gathering, more than for direct interdiction. We didn't come up with the surveillance and interception hardware.