“Yeah, I’m in a great spot right now.”The conversation lulled for a second, and the both of them seemed to realize I was still at the table. He ...cleared his throat, and my wife straightened slightly. “Why don’t we order some drinks? I took the liberty of ordering an appetizer for us. It’s new, and I thought we could share it.”“Sounds good,” I said. No one’s perfect, and that definitely applied to David. It turns out he’s a…beer drinker. I know right? Well, I guess everyone has their. She was in a meeting with her husband upstairs and it was taking longer than expected. I only had a few more minutes before I was going to have to leave for my next job when she finally strutted down the steps and strut is exactly what she did.She had a smile plastered on her face and was wearing her typical white doctor/lab coat that hung down to just below her hips, but the more I looked the more I thought she was naked underneath. After taking my file she led me back to her office and upon. “What a shame. I’m sure some of those pilots are just out of training and need the experience to gain confidence in their abilities. Do you have room on deck or in the hangar to add them to the training group today?” I asked.“Plenty of room! We only have twenty but we can carry eighty,” Captain McCoy said.“Do it!” the Chief of Naval Operations said.“Page the Fordson; I need to speak with Admiral Bramble,” Admiral Scott directed the radio operator.“Admiral Bramble - per orders of President Jones. I am outlandishly starting to become frightened and horrified. Damn me for it!From behind me, Stian reaches me, knocking himself against me intentionally and seizing me close and tight toward himself. How is he able to glimpse and spot me in this infinite gathering and mound of darkness while I myself cannot see anything at all? Is it a paranormal or mystical endowment of his or what? I cannot tell...At a snail's pace and quietly, his hand attains for my gear—I am wearing a tawny-colored.