“Now just stab him anywhere. Do it! Drive it in!” Garec urged almost frantically dropping any ideas of stealth. “Kill him!”Janis looked ba...ck at him wide-eyed. As he spoke, the hair on the back of her neck stood up and a cold twitch went right down her spine. She became aware of the feeling of a large hand clutching her throat.‘Too late!’ Her mind screamed. With a start, she slowly looked down and was surprised to see the sleeping man’s hand firmly around her neck. Its pressure was. Don Murville's name came up as well, and it was interesting to see her drop her eyes while she spoke of him.Something else to file away, and definitely too soon to tease her about.Sunset was around 8:30 that night. Full darkness took a while longer than that. I sat in the house and watched some shows that Mrs. Trinh liked on the SyFy channel. I thought it was called the Sci Fi channel, but apparently they'd changed it. Both shows were a nice mix of action and humor, and I enjoyed them. I was. It was only boredom and the need for distraction that had persuaded him to take advantage of the facilities provided by the Ninth Army's brothel. There really wasn't much else for him to do, any more than there was for the ragged remains of the fleet's infantry. His duties wouldn't really begin until the ship arrived at the Anomaly at which point he would be preoccupied in analysing the exotic biochemistry of the aliens the Reich was certain it harboured. It was hoped that the Anomaly should. We headed out of the terminal to the car. Jennifer was quiet, though she looked happy. I wasn’t sure what to make of that, but we had four days to talk. We got into the car and I headed to Hyde Park. I asked Jennifer about her flight and her Christmas and told her about mine. Her grades had been good, and she expected mostly A’s, with a B in Drafting.When we arrived at the apartment, I put Jennifer’s bag in Elyse’s room and offered her something to eat or drink. She said she’d eaten on the.