Same play list in the same order, week after week. It wasn't the music that kept me coming back again and again, though. It was a friend of the band's...lead singer. I didn't care what the band was playing -- I barely listened. I'd sit and try not to be too obvious as I watched him watch the band. He was the sexiest man I'd ever seen. He made me indulge in dirty daydreams and inspired me to dress in my sexiest short skirts and come to the club every time the band performed just for the chance to. I had two stepsisters, as well. Both girls had left home already. Sheila was married to her high school sweetheart. She was twenty-two years old now. Maggie was away at college. She was at SDSC too, but she had moved into her own apartment, near the campus. She was a year older than me. I missed them. Both of them were brunettes, and had long, wavy hair. They were beautiful. I thought so anyway. We had become one family about ten years ago. My birth mother died from cancer. My father married a. I turned to follow the route Blaine had taken.I was just arriving at the teleportal when Captain Prescott limped up. He looked exhausted but he managed to nod as he reached the teleport pad.“It’s good to see someone who isn’t a member of my crew,” he said.“How bad is it for your crew?” I asked.“I’ve spent far too many hours reviewing the sensor records. We did everything correct based on what we could see,” Captain Prescott said with a sigh.I nodded. “We nearly ran into a similar trap. I told. What we have uncovered is classified Top Secret - Ethical Owl.”I nodded, understanding I would be signing a document acknowledging I had received the information.“We have used national assets to trace communications to and from the compromised FABs. While we can’t break the actual encryption on the calls, we have applied methods of traffic analysis to the data and come up with a very high correlation that paints a pretty damning picture.”“What sort of correlation?” I asked.“Let’s start with the.