Repeat, most urgent! Helo 757 must not land Wenatchee base. I repeat: Helo 757 must NOT land Wenatchee base. Please advise secure alternate location f...or meet & greet. We await confirmation and location."Captain Rogers rubbed the back of his neck, staring out of the command center window toward the heli-pad where he'd expect Tib and Chuck to land. 'What the hell just happened?' he thought to himself. 'No time for guessing!' he decided."Understood, Helo 757. Please advise fuel state. Standby for. He knew it had been a mistake to track her down, but he had to see what was happening between them. He needed to know that she was safe. He couldn’t stand the thought that she would be with another man. The next night, she didn’t respond well to his gentle prodding about the date. She hadn’t looked up when he came into the office. He just started talking from the anonymity of his cubicle. ‘So, how was the rest of the night?’ ‘Fine,’ she flatly said. ‘Did you sleep well?’ ‘Yes,’ she lied. ‘I. 'Ironic, ' thought Liz as she sighed and selected the recorded programs menu. 'Works perfectly when you want to be outside.' She hoped it would be working before "Grey's Anatomy" came on. She flipped through the screens and settled on a Lifetime movie she'd recorded. The commercial looked good. It looked romantic, unlike her life. Not that she should knock her husband or her kids. Just sometimes, it was, well, boring.knockknockLiz turned to the door and sighed. It was Girl Scout Cookie season. The pallet had been positioned in to the bay of the vacuum machine and it was therefore relatively easy to feed the end of the plastic sheeting in to its appropriate slot. Once she was satisfied, she started the sealing process. Firstly, all of the air was pumped out of the plastic tube, via hoses mounted in the dispenser and the end slot. The heavy gauge plastic soon clung tightly around the already immobile dolly. Nicole was not sure what was happening; only that her enclosure had somehow.