Tara saw Dan come to stand beside the couch and her eyes started to leak tears. The boy who’d been all over her had got to his feet and was calling ...me names for interfering with his so-called date. I ignored him and concentrated on getting Tara onto her feet. That was a bit harder than I expected because she was all uncoordinated.I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me away from Tara. She slumped back onto the couch. I spun around to glare at the idiot who’d grabbed me. I didn’t get to say. "System. Come round to 217 degrees for another 87 feet. Then center, stabilize and land."Diane and the crowd from the regular lunch table watched from a sheltered spot as the Flying Dutchman flew down the alleyway between the restaurant and some building nobody's used for months. They watched as it seemed to adjust it's position slightly and settle down like something out of a classic alien invasion movie.Lucy says "I'm warning you all right now, if he comes out of that thing and says take me. The men pulled on their hoods and tied the scarves around their faces, leaving only their eyes visible. Horses were snorting and rearing below the front steps, their handlers calling out and trying to calm them. Each horse had a large saddle hung with heavy canvas bags. The four robed men mounted and took their reigns from the handlers. The Bey’s horse reared and he waved a final farewell to the three women and spurred his mount to an instant gallop out of the gated entry to the compound. The. Max’s apartment was simple with rental-type furniture, but neat and clean. The only place to sit was the black leather sofa. There was a big, square, white, box-like coffee table and a large flat-screen TV. Steve plopped down on one end of the sofa while Max put the beers in the fridge and uncapped two of them. Handing a beer to Steve he clicked on the TV. There wasn’t anything on but he left a rerun of a cop show playing. They talked, but it was somehow different. Steve wondered if he had.