The definition of his chest and stomach was incongruous with the photos he had sent me though I gave him the benefit of a doubt given his posture. The...smell of stale beer wafted from his mouth and clothes. My only relief was that he certainly wouldn't care about my cleavage sweat. “Well I didn't mean to surprise you,” I replied somewhat passive aggressively. “No, it's cool. Come on in Layla.” “Leilani,” I corrected him. Truthfully most of my friends called me Leila anyway. He stepped to the. He watched as she darted for an opening between the men surrounding her, but she wasn’t fast enough. Caught by a handful of her clothing, she was thrown from her feet. Ansel twitched at her impact on the ground. A powerful sense that he was witnessing something irrevocably wrong and evil, gnawed at him. These men were not just hunting, they were intent on taking something that was not theirs to take. The men closed in on her, lithely she got to her feet, her curly hair plastered to her head.. There was no way to avoid them even if I had been so inclined.I wouldn't have thought, under these circumstances, that I would have been able to sleep. But I was exhausted. It was only a matter of minutes before I drifted off to a fitful, nightmare filled sleep.I was raised from that not very restful sleep some time later. I have no idea how much time had passed but there was a window near my cage. I could see that it was still pitch black outside. It was the middle of the night.I slowly. "Short range only, and that's pretty spotty." The first officer shrugged. "Circuits keep blowing whenever we try to use ship to ship, and even ship's intercom is out. We've been communicating with suit comms, and hand helds." The station?" Surrendered, close as we can tell. One of the remaining Banshees has docked along with four of those little devils that gave everything else such hell. Haven't heard anything from there since we went down except for that ass Xiang ordering us to ram the.