There was going to be room to deal on the sawed off shotgun. That one was a mandatory federal prison term.We went back to the station feeling a little...better. We had to slimy dealers off the streets even, if they would be replaced by two more tomorrow night. Roman Nevada had the big guns waiting for us, when we got back to the station. Well Morris of the SBI wasn't all that big a gun, but she was there for him."Sheriff congratulations you just busted a two year drug operation we had going in. The convoy did not slow down as it approached the facility; the gate was only just drawn back in time, and closed immediately after the last car had passed.Descending into underground parking, we moved quickly towards the nerve center of the building cluster, passing hallways still in the process of being finished, tarps and scaffolding everywhere.Wide, scared eyes looked at us as we entered the situation room. Most of the computers were still half-assembled, but enough screens were up to show. Well, I have got to report this as soon as possible. I will have to leave you now and head back to my unit. Hopefully, we can get back with help before the battle is over.” With that, Asa hurried back to his horse, mounted, and set out at a dead run to report what he had seen.Well, that left me at kind of loose ends. Sure, I could shoot at the Comanches with my pistols, but I was not sure how much good I could do. On the other hand, I could not bring myself to abandon the soldiers down there to. This was the glass that sent us over the edge. From there on we were slurring giggling and getting along like jolly best friends.It got awfully touchy from there we were on the couch together supporting each others drunken jello postures and as we conversed and laughed with our glasses in one hand our other hands were constantly stroking each others thigh or shoulder in communication. when she talked to me I focused deeply on her eyes (half of the reason was the room was starting to spin) and.