"Let them try to sort that lot out!" CJ said.Cynthia shook her head, "They will do if they can get their control room sorted out, but they won't when ...I do this." She now pressed a command into the computer system and at the traffic control room the computers started dumping their data, clearing the files and then closed down, causing complete chaos. "They're going to have to restore the whole lot, won't be back on line for 3 days at that rate, and then they'll find that a data bomb been added.". Better to leave it for now and let things return to some level of normality." It was a Ben typical level-headed approach and in many ways, I couldn't see myself cold bloodedly thrashing her. Had she entered the room instead of Ben on Friday evening, I might have beaten hell out of her in my anger, but not now. He was also right about my not getting back into a loving relationship with her, not after the way she'd tricked and treated me. Not after having Ben to look after me.After debating the. Add to that, the 4 Great Danes they had never seen before, and the Comanches were in serious trouble; they just didn't know it, yet!Like the small children they emulated, the first thing the Comanches did was head for the sweets, or, in this case, the small remuda. This was on Martha's side of the wagon and slightly to the rear, so she and Brown Horse had clear shots at the attackers. When the Comanches got close enough to be sitting ducks, Martha and Brown Horse opened up with a withering. “Miss Judith has just informed me that Miss Mara is holding one of her small drill classes. Afterwards, we might go and look at the Treadmill.That’s a fairly recent innovation on the ship. There’ll be somebody on it, I suppose, Miss Judith?”The blonde woman glanced at her wrist-watch. “Rebecca should just about be going on now,” she answered.Quentin pricked up his ears. “Rebecca?” he queried. “I think I recall her. A Jewess, I think... and rather a hefty one, at that.”“Correct,” nodded Madame.