"Too bad we don't have any brownies. Brownies go good with this kind of whiskey," I said laughing. After an hour of sipping on the glass of whiskey my... pain was gone. Hell I could have danced I felt so good."Sorry about you having to sleep on the floor," I said."Don't be it will be like pretending to be a teenager at a sleep over," Agent Mission said."Okay, but I'm going to sleep, not tell you how it feels to do it," I said."I know how it feels," Mission said giggling.Then next thing I knew, it. I suspected that Voice was freelancing with the C-rations, but as long as they came out this good, he could freelance all he wanted to!Speaking of freelancing, I wondered if Voice could come up with a version of the British PIAT, an antitank weapon that used a spring instead of rocket power like the American bazooka did. Actually, the PIAT was a piss-poor weapon against tanks, but, with a little work, should be a marvel against King Kongs. Anyway, I would ask tonight. I didn't want to depend on. Would you deny them the chance of peace after three hundred years of war?"His constant reference to me as 'boy' was simply another thing about him that got under my skin. I wanted nothing more than to be away from him, as far away as possible. I had decided I owed it to myself to come and at least meet my father, but now I deeply regretted that decision.It seemed that my father had moved from not caring that I even existed, to using me as a political pawn to further his own ends. He was also. "Make it so, Number One!" in my best Captain Picard imitation.I turned to Hex and said, "You know, I had no idea my iPad was capable of doing so much." Your old iPad wasn't. The guts were completely reworked while you were in the oven. It retains its original appearance because we figured you'd be more comfortable working with a familiar looking device."Between the daily exercise regimen and the daily bonking sessions with Hex, within six months I was in absolutely superb physical condition..