Und warum sprichst du meine Sprache?" Das erste Alien redete weiter: "Der Fehler, weswegen du jetzt weiblich bist. Wir wu?ten nicht, das ihr dabei Unt...erschiede habt. Und deine Sprache haben wir gelernt." "Ja, war recht einfach," meinte das dritte Alien. "Ein simpler, lingualer Syntax. Aber erstaunlich ausdrucksstark und wohlklingend-" "Waas? Ihr wart das die aus mir ein Weib gemacht haben?" kreischte Marcel den Gray an. Alien #3 wandte sich an Alien #1: "Hast du das mitbekommen? Wie diese. I had decided that I was going to travel up with him as it would be more fun, we loaded the car up and took off long before our parents. We got the hotel and another bomb shell was dropped, our stupid mother had booked us into the same room so I couldn’t even hide when I was bored.We checked into our room and inside was a big four poster bed in the middle of the room, in the corner by the window was a smaller single bed I looked at my b*o and shouted “Shot Gun” and jumped onto the big bed,. Samantha got out and let Tara drive. Tara was a year older than Sam, but both had only been driving for two years. Again, the car would move, but not get out of the ditch. By now, the girls were scared, cold, muddy and very wet. They had not seen anyone on this road for hours. Tara had seen a house off the road just on top of that last hill. Maybe they had a phone, or maybe the cell phone would work up there. Both girls took off running in the pouring rain until they reached the dwelling. It. "Changes?" Tracy asked. "Yeah, something's turned up on the SD-5 we re-tasked yesterday. My office 5 minutes." And then Capt. Clement was gone from the room. No salutes; no time for an aye-aye, nothing. Short, sweet and to the point. As Tracy put on her shoes, she began to get an unsettled feeling. Change was a bad word this close to an SOU "jump"-launching of a mission. Despite careful planning, 2 were dead. She wasn't going to be number 3 in a rush.In Capt. Clement's office, Tracy was struck.