Did I just giggle, she thought. Yes, I did. But, I don’t giggle. This is getting ridiculous. Next thing you know I’ll even be smoking. She turned ...nd looked at the pack of cigarettes that lay on the table between the two beds. No. She thought to herself. Do not go get one of those cigarettes. Still. Just having one wouldn’t be any harm. Stop it, Nat. You’re being silly. She turned her attention back to the mirror and let her hand drop lower. She curled tufts of her pubic hair between her. I tell you all this so you won't feel shortchanged when I describe and you meet only a small number of their herd." Teodore Walcom, you will show proper respect towards your employers,"Mary admonished."Teodore?" I asked."Shh Drake, Teddy doesn't like to be called that," Jimi laughed."Shut your mouth James." Be good all of you, Stork please continue with your description.However, you will do well to remember of whom you speak." Aye Mary, sorry about that. I will try to hold my tongue in check.". She didn't know what to make of her dream but she was definetly scared to move. Was she still dreaming? Or was she actually awake? She pinched her arm and It hurt. 'Thank hell, i'm alive!' She thought getting out of bed. It was early morning. The sun had already rose and was sitting happily in the sky. Vilen frwon angerly and closed the curtains blocking out the sun. She went to retreave her book and went to the page she had marked the spell to be on. She read the ingreadients and frown. They were therefore the perfect choice for the anti-personnel needs of covert missions.Only a chameleon could fire the weapon. A trigger lock was controlled by a specific color change on the trigger finger. The interface for the weapons had been developed at the same time as the genetic changes were designed. The retired SF chameleons had brought examples and detailed plans for the interface with them to Ragnor. As weapons technology advanced, the chameleon fire control interface was applied to.