As it was, it was my Aunt Miriam who answered the door. My Uncle was a policeman at the time and was out at work."Hi David," she greeted me. "Jimmy sa...id you'd be round. Let me get you the stuff and you can make a start." Hi Aunty," I replied and waited as she bustled off to get a bucket and cloths.Miriam was a very slim woman who always dressed smartly as if she was going out to some sort of formal occasion. She also had a tendency to wear low cut tops to show a little cleavage and was my. James walked successive plasma rounds up under the shield. His suit's power sumps coupled into the plasma weapons cooling systems eagerly ate up the heat generated by the powerful blasts as they left the bores of his guns. His rate of fire was five times that of a normal plasma rifle.One of James' bolts hit the power pack of the portable shield and its glowing brightness abruptly disappeared. He switched to particle beams and raked the remaining mercs in the tunnel. Those that could fled back. Michael noticed the way her throat and the sides of her neck were flushed. She refused to meet his eyes and her hands were fidgeting. As if trying to finding anything to do but touch him. He could see the way every now and then her fingertips seemed to open toward him. ‘I am Bree. I don’t think we have ever met. Do you remember meeting me?’ ‘Not that I can remember.’ Michael answered. ‘I would remember someone as beautiful as you.’ Though he would compliment all attractive women this way this. Cathy C, had waist long black hair with a purple streak. She was tall and willowy, with impressive boobs. I guessed they had been “augmented”, and later on she confirmed it. I couldn’t guess her age. She looked like she was in her early 20s, but had an air about her that made her seem older. She went by “Cathy C” because there was another girl still to come, named “Kathy K” and evidently the others were not surprised that she was late. Shaniqua was a short, solid (NOT fat) Black girl about 20,.