Her head was secured to a foam pad with a metal strap across herforehead, her arms and legs were similarly restrained while yet more strapsheld her sh...oulders, midriff and buttocks against more foam topped supports.When they had finished, Jade could not move an inch. Her eyes roamed around in their limitedfield of view, but could not make out any detail other than what appeared to bea small hole in the ceiling above her. The guards then lifted a cover over thegirl, trapping her within the. And maybe to ask you, if you have any influence with the major—" Let me stop you there, Sergeant," the colonel cut him off. "I do not. My title of senior military adviser was largely honorary, and Maj. Miller has made clear that he has scant interest in any recommendations I may advance."The sergeant made a small grimace. "Then I guess it's just bitching, and maybe for some personal advice. I mean, I don't quite know how to deal with the way he's going at things." Clarify?" Well, sir, by the. How totally intriguing!Gabe went on to tell the tale of two families on the plains. TheJensen's arrived here a year or two before Connor Devlin. They helpedone another during those first few very difficult years. Even afterConnor married and he and his wife began to raise a large family, theDevlin's and the Jensen's remained very close. Even a difference offaiths played no part in creating a rift between the families.But, over the many years, the Devlin's proved themselves to be not. Jason started searching the local junk yards for anything that might be useful for constructing his transfer pod. He was fortunate to discover sitting in a salvage yard a trailer which had formerly been part of a propane delivery truck which he decided would be perfect for the main pressure hull. After carefully examining the tank to ensure it would at least hold an atmosphere of pressure Jason bought the tank and had it delivered to his workshop. To the outside of the pod he attached.