Suddenly someone knocked on my door. "Hey, masscreyou. Have you seen L?" She and I stared at each other with eyes wide open and mouths shut tight. "No..., I didn't. I was asleep." I answered. "Oh, ok. Do you want to have dinner together later?" "Sure, bro. I'll talk to you when I am ready." Now both of us were thinking how she was going to sneak back to her room. We waited for a while, and I went out first to check where my roommate was. He was busy playing Counter Strike with headset on. I gave. "The LT gave out a general call to shut down operations, Sarge. There is nothing else we can do. We are to return to the collection point we used the other night. The HQ area is relocating now and when they get back up we can join them." Did anyone else run into trouble?" Apparently one of the Trailblazer squads was wiped out by an MRL (Multiple Rocket Launcher) hit. Ann said that there were a bunch of refugees at one site they wanted to use, but they relocated to an alternate without. Sue was flicking on the lights as we went. The house was tidy and organized. No sign of dirty dishes or anything out of place. That wasn’t a surprise. That was how Sue ran her shop floor. She was a stickler for keeping the machine areas clean and uncluttered. After all, they were making a food product and she was very conscious of that fact. Working in her plant was a pleasure compared to some of the places I visited. ‘How does homemade lasagna, garlic toast, and a tossed salad sound?’ she. He was reminded of how pretty his wife could be when she wasn't scowling at him. "But let's talk at home, OK? Let me just grab my briefcase and we'll go home and talk." Why, Stephen? You have this beautiful suite. It's perfect! You bought me roses and champagne. Please, Stephen? We can talk and talk, in bed." At home, Paige. Really ... I'd just like to put the afternoon behind us. Let's go home and talk." Page gave him a dramatic but surprisingly playful frown.Stephen thought several things..