by J.R. Bowles
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“... And finally all vessels will have computers that will coordinate and plot courses in conjunction with the sensors on the buoys, pilings, and other vessels.”
John stood and added unconditionally, “You will accept this package and the price.”
John's wait was less than a New York second, when the Commander answered. “We accept.”
“Jake, it's been a long day; I'm going over to the officer's club, have a bit of supper and then attend the function they are having. I imagine I will see you there.”
“Yes, you'll see me there.” Jake responded as if it was the only answer he could give.
The Officer's club was directly across from the motel, so John started to stop and see how Billy and Jackie were doing but changed his mind; later, he thought.
Interesting, he mused, how the motel was close to the Officer's Club. That's so they can get liquored up, stagger over to the motel and get laid. His stomach quivered at the sleazy imagery which had ran through his mind but he knew he was right; he didn't know how, he just knew.
