Tina coloured slightly. "Thanks", she managed, meaning it. Her confidence was at an all time low.Irene coughed, to draw the girls' attention, and when... she had it, she scowled. She seemed, in fact, to have a face which was a permanent scowl.Tina studied her new boss. Reedy, taut, with iron grey hair and almost no figure. Dressed down in thick pullover and tweed skirt, as though trying to divert attention away from herself. Perhaps, Tina thought mischievously, Mr. Giannopoulos had advised that. “Make sure that Brent knows what he is allowed to do in order to keep the peace. Especially since Hank won’t be happy to lose his partner.”“Private Swift will move over to missile four and pair with Private Morgan. The new crewmembers will form the team for missile three,” I said.“Smart,” Sergeant Bruce said. “I’ll follow up in their quarters later.”“I should get to the galley,” I said.Sergeant Bruce stepped out of the passage and into the doorway for one of the railguns. “Go ahead. I’ll check. M. on a warm, muggy late spring day. Liz was out from under a contract for the first time in 15 years when she shook hands with her lead entertainment attorney.I had never met the woman. I knew only that this was the third attorney to act on Liz’s behalf and that she was planning to leave the field as soon as negotiations were concluded. She seemed polite enough and Liz told me that she was extremely competent (which Mickey Larimer had confirmed in Dallas) so I was content to be silent.I was. And you wouldn't believe me if I did anyway..." What is up with you?"She glanced around for eavesdroppers and, finding none, said, "Go home. Write something you can't imagine would happen. A fantasy ... or a news story you always wanted to see come true. Write it as if a piece of fiction. Just write it down ... then ... slide the notebook under your pillow and go to sleep. And the next day ... it'll happen"Bob stared at her for a moment, expecting more. When it didn't come, he asked, "Did you.