" He smiled as he turned."I said I would." I know, but w-w-w-with the w-w-w-weather, I w-w-w-wouldn't have blamed you if you'd cried off." No, I came,..." she said, standing tall and beaming a smile. "If you wanted to whisk me off somewhere warmer and drier, of course, I wouldn't argue." Of c-c-c-course. Did ... No Charlotte?" No," Shawna answered, sagging a little. "I did invite her, but ... she's still trying to get her head around it." How is she?" I don't know. She's not really talking to us. It was an easy decision to make when he offered to take us back to his place. When he assured us that we would be safe, I never doubted it. The way he dealt with the two guys that had been pushing Claire around had been quick, efficient and brutal. There was no room for misunderstanding, it was quite simple... “DON ‘T PISS ME OFF or”, as they found out, “it WILL hurt”.The Warehouse, well that is simply spectacular! The glass, the layout, the size. It’s like a crystal Palace. It’s just out of. I was feeling happy thought I haven’t had bad intention in my mind. She call my name from the kitchen saying she need some help. She was facing the other side and my eyes got stuck looking at her butts. Believe me those are amazing in looks. Once she caught me staring at her butts. I was acting like everything is normal.Suddenly she slip on the floor as there was a water, she wasn’t able to get up due to heavy fall. I went near her to help I wrapped my hand over her waste and took her to the. " Changing back to her fighter frequency, she continued speaking, "Launch Odins! Launch Galahads!" Sir, we have a message from the ships heading towards us." What's it say?" he asked."Sir, I'm confused on this, but it said, 'To the Crytherian battleship. Know this! We are your death! We find you and your race guilty of murder, and slavery. I personally find you guilty of the death of our parents. Go to hell you bastards! Apocalypse Squadron, out.' That is all they said, what do they mean?".