Charley sighed. Her mysterious contact had turned up again. She sighed. This was not good. They military was planning to let Limburger pinch a prototype plane? Did they not know how insane that was? Why were they letting her know about it?
As Limburger and Karbunkle picked carefully along the rubble their eyes scanning for any useful technology, Limburger demanded, "How long before can you whip up a radio transmitter, Karbunkle?"
it was a sunny day in chicago charlie was up waiting for the guys to arrive soon she heard the roaring of three bikes the guys quietly turned off there bikes and got off them throttle looked at charli
“I wonder how it’s going,” Modo took another bite out of his hotdog and continued watching tv with Throttle. Throttle chuckled and elbowed Modo in the side.
Mhhh... well, *embarrassed* more than a person asked me to upload here the pics I did the past 2 years, but it would be a bit "complicated" to post them individually so I did a collage.
The soldiers looked at Charley carefully, since she was considered the person who had the best knowledge of all the people's strengths. Charley looked round the table.
William Wilberforce Wensleydale looked around his bridge crew. Why the hell had a fleet been launched, rather than the usual method where ships moved in one at a time?
Charley sighed. What they had feared for so long had happened. The slow build-up of both the Earth and Plutarkian forces had finally exploded into open warfare.
