It had been in its own prepared hull-down position just thirty meters away. The crew were three people they'd known since the beginning days of the 17...th ACR, people they'd trained with, had gotten drunk with, had been friends with. Now they were gone, erased in an instant."Motherfuckers," Zen said, his eyes narrowing behind his helmet. Another flash of laser cannon came blasting into their barricade, this time sending concrete and sand flying into the air."They grazed us with that one!" Xenia. Whenever Prue found Sara's bed empty, she slipped quietly over to the sunroom. Most every time she found her missing child playing with her muse. Sara would be sitting at her art desk, coloring away feverishly in her nightgown while legs swung back and forth and bare toes wiggled above empty house slippers. The child within Sara was never more visible than she was at moments like that, and as Jenna had lamented before, Prue wished too that she had a camera in her robe pocket.Six weeks later. I fired up the diesel engine and we were off on our excursion. Fortunately I had remembered to load up all the photo gear we would need. (After all, that was the reason for the trip in the first place).I had some CDs of so we were entertained as we motored down the highway. His Prairie Home Companion from Lake Woebegone was literally a riot to listen to. We laughed so much that our sides began to hurt. After about an hour on the road I noticed up ahead there was a yellow school bus off the side. " We both put on robes after our shower. I put my arm over Mit’s shoulder and led her to the living room. Tiffany was sitting on the couch pretending to watch TV. Her arms were tightly crossed over her chest and her legs were crossed at the knees. Her face looked angry. As Mit and I walked into the living room, Tiff stared at us but said nothing. "Tiffany, Mit and I would like to talk with you." I began. "What’s to say? I just saw my father and my best friend in bed together. Dad, I.