Help Mother put together the package you want to give the police tomorrow morning. I've done my part with this project, and I'm going to bed." Turning... to his mother, he said, "I'll leave the delivery of the package to you, but I suggest you do it anonymously, or you'll have the media camped out on our front lawn."At the door to the kitchen, he turned and added, "Make sure nothing you give the police contains any of your fingerprints. I'd suggest you all put on surgical gloves before you touch. Curious, Nick opened the refridgerator door and found rows of severed heads in plastic bags. A short gasp escaped him and he quickly shut it, exiting the room and continuing through the hallway. The second room was an office, with an expensive looking oak desk in the middle of the room with an empty chair behind it. Backing out of that room, he read the sign on the door at the end of the hall. ‘Utility closet,’ Nick muttered. He opened it and a corpse adorned in a three piece suit fell into his. "It was quite a night."Ben nodded and smiled."That's an understatement. I'm glad you talked me into coming over; I was pretty disappointed with that deal we had at the motel. But this is more like it."Sue smiled, taking pleasure in the fact that he had come around to her way of thinking."Yes, I feel ten years younger; and when you consider how little sleep we've had in the past two days, that's saying a lot."Ian edged the Buick out into the traffic, and Ben turned his attention to his driving. The Terran corvette and one of its escorting scouts had survived the encounter with the remaining Genevan scouts, and had swooped down on the repair ships. The fabrication crews had been busy, and a salvo of thirty missiles had erupted from the supposedly defenseless vessels as the Terran warships came close. Their point defenses had been savaged in the battle, and both ships were destroyed with all hands before they could fire a shot.Ku-aya stood beside Luisa, listening closely as Luisa spoke.