Marc Thompson was probably in his mid to late forties. He did not look like it though. He was extremely active and had a ripped muscular toned body gu...s in their early twenties would envy. His thick black hair had slight curls and stopped just above his shoulders. He was tall and stood easily over 6 feet. Erin liked that he was clean shaven and had the whitest teeth you had ever seen. He also smelled good and wore just the right amount of cologne. Erin had a huge crush on him. She had. “ADVENT chatter boss, they’re putting out an alert on someone driving a stolen troop transport, standard encoding.”The leader eyed us skeptically, then thumbed the safety on his gun. Vi looked to me for support and I patted her arm, trying to reassure her.“This is too fucking weird to be a set up, alright you weirdos, load up in the transport and follow us back to the homestead, we’ll destroy it when we get back so it can’t be traced, but that fucking thing,” he gestured to Vi, “won’t fit in. This led to the unfortunate reality that couldn’t be ignored. She was tested, and sure enough, she had stomach cancer. Two years of chemo, radiation, etc. and everything only put it in remission for a short time. I gained a whole new respect for Clark, as I realized just how devoted this man was to his wife. He might be misguided in his religious views, at least to me, but he was a loving and doting husband, committed to his wife’s care to the bitter end.Less than half a day left upon this. When I finally convinced him that I was serious, he said he'd handle it. He said he didn't want me implicated and he was sweating about bad publicity." Did that sound right to you?" No. It didn't. The very first thing you do in a situation like this is call in the S.E.C. or the law. You can't bury five hundred million dollars. I decided to cover my ass. I called a contact I had at the S.E.C. and told him of my suspicions, but I didn't have any hard proof to show him. I promised him I'd get back.