I can’t get over how much thought you put into it.”“Have you stopped mourning that embryo?”“No, and I hope I never stop mourning it. I still... grieve, but it’s further back in my mind. I realize it was something else that was making me miserable. I was mourning losing something between us.”“Don’t you think we found it again last night?”“I don’t think our lives are ever going to be the same,” she replied. “Sometimes change can be good. There was something care-free about our relationship. I think. Knowing that it was possible to avenge Benjamin was almost cathartic for me. My mind drew up dozens of scenarios, all of which ended with my enemies dead and their companies compromised to the point of bankruptcy, or out of business.To achieve any of those things, I had to think like Malcomb, who took care of these types of things for Andrea. Mal would know how to make those low-life bastards dead, and gone, and do it barely breaking a sweat.For two days I dug out every piece of information. She was always grunting and groaning. I hardly got any more than a catnap. I think the worst part of our road trip was when she brought me into a motel room in El Paso while she had a day of sex with one of her xhamster girlfriends. Listening to those girls moaning and screaming was like hearing nails across a chalkboard. I sure didn't get any sleep that day.But the straw that broke this cat's back came this morning. I walked into the bathroom to have my morning drink of water from the toilet. Megadeth Pardue, head of Collective Fleet intelligence who was on the scene. The first enemy was well known and was the Coven a traditional and ancient enemy of the Collective and infiltrators into the Empire and to The Mob. She found little new in the technology on the ships but discovered a long history of conflict between them and a second race consisting of mollusks we now know are ‘The People of Dhoom’.“General Pardue please present your findings,” requested Rickel.“Thank you General.