The tequila burn was subsiding quickly as Katie dragged her out towards the dancefloor. Best friends since, they had even been each others first kiss,... not that anyone else new that. Laura had always admired Katie’s confidence, how she carried herself. She would have never had the nerve to dress like her friend, to much leg and cleavage on display her mother had said. A sharp tug on hand brought her back into reality. It was Katie, she was smiling, nodding her head towards a group of guys sat at. Keeping a post log. Eating my lunch. Clean-up and preparing the post to be turned over to the next shift. Routine.When Security Officer Mike Saracen relieved me at eight, he asked me if I had heard the news."I'll catch up after I vote this morning." I said."The Bitch is dead!" Oh?" Yes," Mike sneered. "She hung herself." Senator Greentree?" I asked."Who else?" Mike laughed. "Bout time! She was going to lose anyway to Smythe."I didn't have to like my co-workers. I just had to remain professional. .. blah, blah, fucking blah. The truth is the Hercules caught fire and blew up after being hit by ground fire when doing a slow approach, low level drop. A fuel tank was punctured; had it been a self-sealing tank there would have been no fire and no explosion." Stan shot a glare of pure hatred towards the still prattling politician. "To save money Gadding ordered a cut back to the program of fitting the Hercules fleet with self-sealing fuel tanks, and only about ten percent of the Herc' fleet. There were car tracks leading away from the cabin, and we weren’t sure if anyone was home.We stood on the covered porch and knocked on the door for a few minutes, and when no one answered, we were in a quandary about what to do. We were freezing, but it seemed stupid to break into their home, especially after Steven told us how aggressive they could be with strangers. We were just getting ready to walk away, and take our chances in our snow cave, when an old Jeep Wagoneer came rumbling up to.