Her thoughts were on herselfthough the recoilless never wavered from a point aimed midway in my skull. The wide black muzzle of the gun looking big enough to park a spaceship in. They must have the entire area covered on the ground so they hadnt bothered to put cops on the roof. He coughed, rattled the paper, and got back to basics. There were still two subjective days left in warpdrive and I put these to good use making some simple gadgetry that might come in handy. Her skirt was short, tight and slashed high up on the sides. Thinking of her took the edge off my fun, and I managed to excuse myself and go back to the bar. Chapter 5A quick stop at supply and record sections gave me everything I needed.