Lance would understand.He did his job, as normal. He was in charge of the base’s weapons vault. Well, weapons and any other dangerous items held on ...he base. There was a whole section filled with tech from a single Naval officer.He’d thought the man a plant for the machines – he’d even considered he might be a machine. He wasn’t. He was human, a traitor to his race. A fool, just like all the rest of the Armed Services.He had interesting toys, though. The manifest indicated the one table-sized. Although they teased each other with some sort of mating dance ritual, they failed to connect on a sexual level right away. They both knew they would, eventually. Instead, they talked. It seemed like they talked for the entire week the four of us were together. Their friendship amazed Eddie more than their having sex would have. I saw it as the beginnings of a courtship, and gave both of them enough space to continue to allow it to become more fully developed.On the Macklinson front, I took the. I mean..." Are you looking for something serious?", Sarah interrupted him."What? No! I think you've mis..."And while he was talking Sarah picked up her shoes she had kicked offunder the table and left. Mike followed her, still trying to explain."Wait Sarah, don't get mad! I didn't ..."But Sarah didn't listen anymore. She was waiting for him in the livingroomand when her look met his he froze."Your room or mine?", she asked in a totally casual tone.It took Mike a while to get that and the. “It’s a lie, Liz,” I told her.“It is not,” she said with certainty.“It is,” I countered in my most mature fashion.I got the crossed arms and a stern gaze for my trouble.“Look, by the time you hit Triple-A, you’re making decent coin,” I said. “The lowest-paid guy is bringing down fifty grand – after per diems and travels expenses and things like that. Some of them are on split contracts – half Major League, half Minor League. They’re pulling in close to a hundred. They’re not going to make that.