All we want to do is talk to the guy, you know, the usual, ‘what’s going on?’, ‘who are you?’, ‘why are you here?’ The usual. He starts ...yelling about his rights and we are fascists and have no right to question him and blah blah blah. Then, out of nowhere he runs full tilt at Stew and tackles him. While he’s doing this, he starts yanking on Stew’s gun. I jump in. Thank God we were both there. As we’re fighting, I yell into the radio, SOMETHING, I’m not even sure, but it was apparently enough. ”“I dinnae wish tae see me die neither,” Captain Vex agreed. “So I’m not planning on it.”“Sure that’s what every other poor soul to make the attempt thought too,” Friday warned.“Aye. That’s why I’m not going tae do things the way they did,” Captain Vex winked.Doctor Kalfou shook her head, smiling a bit in spite of herself. “As your doctor, I cannot recommend ... whatever it is you’re planning.”“I appreciate the medical advice,” Captain Vex chuckled.“You wanted to see me?” Jack asked, walking. She dropped the bra on top of the growing pile of clothes and then slowly worked her panties down to her ankles. She stood back up, dropping the panties on top of her clothes on the way and stood back up. She reverted to her previous stance, with her hands folded behind her back, her breasts thrust wantonly forward. The two girls on the couch watched with rapt attention as the scene unfolded before them. Pete surreptitiously glanced over at them to see their reaction. They hardly moved, glued. She sat on the easy chair across from the couch. I sat down.She was ... she was mad. I could see her biting her lip. Her eyes were stern. She was really angry."I know what you did," she said. "I know what you and your fucking whore did YOU SICK FUCK!" Jenny, wait! What..." I couldn't get a word in. What was going on?"You sick, sick fuck!" she was furious, screaming at the top of her lungs. "You fucked my mother on my fucking bed when Katie was right here! Right fucking here!" She was pointing.