Terror on Arrival: An Apocalyptic Science Fiction Novel

“Is everyone ready!?” Alexi yelled over the company. “If not, we will not wait for you! This will happen!”

Cheauflux moved to the balcony. It sounded as if he had an omnipresent bullhorn.

“THIS WILL BE INSTANTANEOUS. WE WILL BE THERE QUICKER THAN I CAN FINISH THE FIRST WORD OF THIS SENTENCE. THE AFTER EFFECTS WILL BE UNPLEASANT. IT IS NOT LIFE THREATENING, JUST UNCOMFORTABLE.” Cheauflux projected.

“All right, I think they are prepared,” Alexi said.

“How do humans prepare for something they have never witnessed, or experienced before?” Cheauflux asked. “How do they change their physiology to compensate for the unknown?”

“We have this fallacy, we can prepare for anything, as long as an authority figure tells them to,” Jayde said.

“I speculate it would disturb them if they knew the tele-migrator has never done this before, and aside from knowing this is not deadly, has no clue of the results?” Cheauflux asked.

“We just won’t tell them that bit of information. We also have another practice. We call it psyching ourselves up, but that practice is severely limited, time wise, so flip the switch before we lose our psyche,” Jayde said.

Cheauflux decided she was right. Why prolong the anguish of an inevitable process? He contacted his mother ship, and began the tele-migration.

Cheauflux was correct. The teleportation was instantaneous, and no one died. The crew was safe, except extremely sick.

Every one of every rank, North American, Icelandic, Honduran, Russian, French, South American, everybody threw up.

All the pancakes, eggs, protein bars, bacon, hash browns, last night’s beer, everything returned. And splatted onto the deck.

Cheauflux displayed slight concern for Jayde. “Are you all right, Lieutenant?”

“It feels like I have severe flu and PMS, tripled, at the same time!” she yelled, bent over. “The first time you made initial contact with me, I wanted to shoot you, but I didn’t have my gun. At this point, you’re lucky I still don’t have my gun!”

Cheauflux was confused. It had told her what was going to happen. She was the only one to know of the consequences, yet, she still was angry.

“Why did you not tell us about this!?” It seemed as though Alexi was upset also.

“If I told you about the inevitable vomiting, what good would it have done?” Cheauflux asked.

They all heard the barrage the Army was dishing out to the Chauzek. It sounded like D-day on the beaches of Normandy, except it was emanating from downtown Naples.

Alexi put his hand on the rail, and watched the one-sided battle.

“At least that tele-migration thing worked,” Alexi said. “If it did not, I know you can swim, but you were going into the gulf, inevitably.”

“Scramble your team... ugh, that’s not a good word to use, at this point. Assemble your company to storm ashore, to assist!” Jayde exclaimed.

“I have business at hand now, alien, but when this is over, I am going to kick your ass!” Alexi was still upset.

“That will be an impossibility, Sergeant,” Cheauflux said. “I don’t have an ass.”

“I will find something to kick!” Alexi yelled. He began to yell at the company. “EVERYONE SCRAM... ADVANCE TO YOUR BATTLE SKIFFS, AND HIT THE SHORE TO ASSIST!”

Most of the company bounded towards their battle skiffs, lowered them into the water with a full crew, and advanced to the shore.

The others of the company were the inspectors. Everything in the military had to be ship-shape, including the ship. The grabbed the mops, and literally swabbed the deck.

“Your company will have more pressing matters than attacking me, Sergeant,” Cheauflux said.

“I have to drop those tankers on the pier,” Alexi said. His anger switched to accomplishing his task. “Captain Yaunch, can you position this aircraft carrier close enough to transfer those tankers?” Alexi asked.

“You’re good at jumping out of planes, I’m good at positioning aircraft carriers,” Yaunch touted.

Alexi smiled, and nodded. He left for the garage under the deck. He jumped into a portable crane, and moved it to the elevator platform. He grabbed another crane, and moved it next to the other crane. He got out, and pressed the lift button. The cranes lifted top-side. Another captain assisted him.

Alexi and Captain Willow drove the crane to the edge of the deck, beside the tankers. They both got out, and attached the crane chains to the base of both tankers.

Once they were balanced and attached, Alexi look towards the shore. That was when he thought Captain Yaunch should’ve been commended, because if they were any closer, the carrier would’ve ran aground. Captain Yaunch was proactive also. There was a crew on the pier ready to receive the tankers.

Alexi looked at Captain Willow. “You direct me on the lowering of the tanker, and then we will switch.”

“You got it, Sergeant,” Willow acknowledged.

Alexi jumped in the crane, and began to lift the tanker. Captain Willow guided him onto the pier. A Mack truck backed up to the tanker, and Alexi slowly lowered the tanker onto the back cab of the truck. The rest of the crew began fastening hoses, and cords. The tanker was ready to move out quickly.

The diver moved his tanker truck out of the way so the next truck could back up and receive the next tanker. Alexi jumped out of the crane, and switched roles. Captain Willow assumed Alexi’s assignment. Both tankers were ready to move to battle.

The crew was almost quaked off their feet when a Howitzer fired, and contacted the monster.

Alexi witnessed the devastation of the Howitzer. He also witnessed the resilience of the impregnable Chauzek, as the smoke cleared and it was unscathed.

“We really have to get down there,” Alexi said to himself.

He ran across the deck, and upstairs to the control tower. He burst through the door and addressed the soldiers, doctor, and Cheauflux.

“I pressed the lowering ramp. It should be on the pier when we get down there! We have to join the fight!” Alexi had desperation on his face.

Everyone followed Alexi to the ramp. They shuffled off, and stood on the pier. Some soldiers from the motor pool were there.

“We understand this is a combat situation, and you don’t salute in this scenario! We are here to escort you to General Slaydon!” one of the soldiers said.

They got into the Humvee. A soldier felt strange trying to put Cheauflux in the vehicle.

“Do not worry about transporting Cheauflux. It will be there before we are,” Alexi explained.

“Does it walk?” the soldier asked.

“It tele-migrates, the Cheasu way of walking,” Alexi said.

The soldier didn’t understand, and didn’t want to. They got into the Humvee, and drove to General Slaydon. Cheauflux was waiting for them.

“General Harper, the firefighters and contractors are right around the corner, about two miles out. How did you get here so quick?” Slaydon asked,

“Cheauflux didn’t tell you, Sir?” Jayde asked.

“He didn’t ask me,” Cheauflux said.

Jayde had an irritated look on her face. “We had some xenomorph prestidigitation, called tele-migration, General. We teleported here.”

“I’m at the point where wonder packed its bags with marvel. With us fighting that mini-leviathan, nothing surprises me anymore. That thing is smaller than Godzilla, but it really can take a punch!” Slaydon said.

A ranger burst into the tent. “I think you need to see this, General!”

General Slaydon rose and exited the tent. To the left of the Chauzek, many pick-up trucks, and an army of bikers were entering from the side.

“We’re getting drowned with rednecks, Sir!” the ranger said.

One of the men from the lead pick-up drove in front of General Slaydon, and stepped out.

“Who’s in charge here!?” the leader asked.

“I’m General Slaydon. I’m in charge here!” Slaydon revealed.

“That thang killed and ate Remy! We want ta offer our services ta help you end that bastard’s day!” The Everglades Militia leader said. “We got our thirty-odd 6’s, and Cleatus is a mechanic! He can fix anythang! We’re willing and able! Just point us in the right direction!”

“Get on the front line, gentlemen. You can’t kill it, but you can occupy it!” Slaydon ordered.

“Just don’t go near its teeth, Bartlemy,” Cheauflux instructed.

“I aint even askin’ what you are, but since you’re on this side of the fence, I’ll listen to ya!” Bartlemy said.

“How did you know his name?” Jayde asked, believing he could read minds.

“I heard one of his motorcycle friends call his name earlier. I anticipate emotions, I’m not psychic,” Cheauflux quelled her curiosity.

“With all the stuff you have been doing, being psychic isn’t a big leap,” she said.

That was when General Harper and the calvary came riding in. The gang was all here.

Harper jumped out of his Humvee, and addressed General Slaydon.

“You been dangling the carrot, Slaydon?” Harper shook his hand.

“We’ve been maintaining, while your people were doing their hair. What took you so long?” Slaydon asked.

“Are you on your menstrual cycle, Slaydon? It takes a minute to drive down yonder,” Harper said.

“Just lock and load your crew,” Slaydon said.

One tanker filled the ship, and tanks. The other was set for ramming speed. They had more than enough to fill the equipment. Brickmann lead his fire team to the front of the line, and they put on their masks.

“All right everyone, drench this sucker!” Brickmann yelled, put on his gas mask, and squeezed the trigger.

The spray wasn’t misty. It felt as if they were spraying motor oil. They covered the Chauzek—more like painted it.

“Everybody hold, and retreat! Lopez is going to give it a present!” Brickmann yelled.

Everybody cut off their hoses, and ran back behind some barricades. It was Lopez’s turn.

Lopez pulled on the horn to announce to all they were about to see the finale.

He began to drive at breakneck speeds towards the Chauzek. He picked up velocity, and aimed it at the Chauzek’s side.

Pablo was a stuntman before he became a NASA firefighter. If he was going to do something dangerous, he wanted to make a difference. He wanted to hear an astronaut’s heartbeat more so than all the oohs, and ahhs.

It was time for Pablo to jump out. Being a stuntman taught you how to fall, so Lopez tucked and rolled. The tanker crashed into the Chauzek.

Lopez pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Contact! Blow it!”

The tanker was laced with a slew of C-4 bars. The soldiers detonated the tanker! The explosion was so devastating, it leveled every building in the downtown area. Thank goodness everyone was protected by an explosion field administered by Cheauflux’s mother ship. If they weren’t, all the humans would be as leveled as those buildings were.

The smoke was clearing, and the contractors were waiting to haul the Chauzek onto their ship so they could send it away.

After the ravaging shockwave, after all the leveled buildings, after all the flattened vehicles, the smoke dissipated. The Chauzek didn’t have a gaping hole in it! It didn’t even have a laceration! After all that work, bupkis!

Jayde got desperate. She began to search her memory, to find the Chauzek’s weakness.

The hide is impenetrable, that’s apparent from that heart stopping blast. The only thing that stopped the other Chauzeks was putting them to sleep. This new elixir isn’t a gas, it’s an oily liquid! That’s the reason we can’t put it to sleep! You inhale gas, not oil! We don’t even know where this things nostrils are, or even if it has nostrils! At least we know the beast has a mouth! She thought.

“General Slaydon, who is your best TOW Operator?” Jayde asked.

“We’ve hit that thing with dual Howitzers, and we didn’t even ruffle its feathers, what on Earth can a TOW do?” he asked.

“We’re performing surgery with a chain saw, not a scalpel! I just need an accurate surgeon!” she exclaimed.

General Slaydon got on the radio. “Sergeant Willis, this is General Slaydon. Get me Specialist Vasquez!” He requested, more like ordered over the radio.

“Your surgeon is coming right up, Farrow,” Slaydon said.

“Are there any tools from the motor pool?” she asked.

“We have all the tools, what do you need?” Slaydon asked.

“I don’t know. Just bring the entire tool box, get me a mechanic, and a crazy soldier,” she said.

What was she planning? Well, she’s been intimate with these things, so her scheme would be the most viable one.

Slaydon called for all of her components.

“Where are your TOWs?” she asked.

“The TOW stations are seventy five meters that way.” Slaydon pointed to the left.

Jayde ran to the TOW station. “Lieutenant Farrow, I need one of your TOW missiles!”

“Those ain’t light, Ma’am. I’ll get Contreras to carry it for you,” The TOW Commander said.

Contreras was a thick, bulky gentleman. He dead-lifted the missile.

“Where to, Ma’am?” Contreras asked.

“Take it to General Slaydon’s tent!” she ordered.

“Yes Ma’am!” Contreras hoisted the missile on his shoulder, and began walking towards the General’s tent.

Jayde knew that missile was about two hundred pounds, but Contreras wasn’t strained at all.

As they got the missile back to the tent, Jayde asked. “How often do you work out, Soldier?”

“Every day, Ma’am,” Contreras said. “I’m actually upset because we have to deal with this, and it’s interrupting my weight lifting session.”

“Well, at least you got to lift that missile seventy five meters,” Jayde said.

“That was just a tease, Ma’am. That just pumps me up more to work out,” Contreras said.

“I have a certain doctor I want you to meet. He’s not a head doctor, he just works out every day also. After this, I think you two would get along,” she said. “Just put that brick down here.”

Contreras placed the missile where she pointed. Just then, the mechanic came into the tent with his tools.

“Great timing, Sergeant...” Jayde began.

“Catapon Ma’am, Sergeant Catapon,” the soldier finished her statement.

“Can you take off this panel, Sergeant?” She pointed to the missile.

“That panel’s fastened with a hex, Ma’am. I have that tool in my box.” Catapon reached in his toolbox, and pulled out a hexagonal screwdriver. As he began to open the panel, another soldier entered.

He saluted. “Corporal Dawson, Sir! You requested a soldier who cares more about the mission, than himself? I’m your man, Sir!”

“I’m the one that needs you, Soldier,” Jayde said. “I need for you to fill this canister Sergeant Catapon will dismantle, with that deadly substance coming from that tanker.”

“Affirmative, Ma’am!” Dawson said.

“Uh, we have a problem, Ma’am,” Catapon said. “I’m a motor pool Sergeant. If it’s not from a deuce and a quarter, or a Humvee, I don’t know how to take anything off.”

Just when Jayde’s plan was working smoothly, it hit a snag. She couldn’t do it! She had never seen a TOW missile! 11 Hotel wasn’t her MOS (Military Occupational Specialty)! What was she going to do?

General Slaydon got on the radio again. “Send a soldier to the front line, and ask for Cleatus, the mechanic, and bring him to my tent!”

He looked at Jayde, and explained. “Cleatus is a local. He can tweak the carburetor on a tractor, and check the nitrous oxide mixture of a funny car, I think he can take that canister out.”

Specialist Vasquez entered the tent, and saluted. “Specialist Vasquez, Sir!”

“We hit a snag, Vasquez,” Jayde said. “Sergeant Catapon can’t and won’t touch the guts of a TOW missile, and I understand, so we have a civilian mechanic you can direct in the dismantling of this canister.”

“I’ve been an anti-tank operator two years, Ma’am. As long as we have the tools, and a seasoned mechanic, I can show him how to pull, and replace the canister,” she said with pride.

They got back on track. They had to stop, and clear the rails, but they kept on.

The military wasn’t quiet. Although they knew their firepower inflicted no damage, it did keep the Chauzek occupied. All the bullets, grenades, and missiles kept coming.

They even had some F-18 Interceptors from the carrier firing some Sidewinders, and some Apaches dropping Hellfires over the Chauzek. Although it made no difference, the missiles kept it there.

Another soldier entered the tent.

He saluted. “Private Cho, General Slaydon! I have found Cleatus, Sir!”

“Well, get him in here, Son,” Slaydon ordered.

“Yes Sir!” Cho stepped out for a second, and then Cleatus entered.

“I heard ya need me ta change the oil on a tank or sumthin’,” Cleatus said.

“I need you to pull this canister, Cleatus.” Jayde pointed to the missile compartment.

Cleatus looked into the compartment, and smiled.

“Gettin’ dat canister out taint gon be nutin’! Imo need a philips, a vice grip, and a dent puller.”

Catapon was happy, because he had all those things. He reached into his toolbox and pulled out all the items.

“Tank ’e, Buddy,” Cleatus went to work. Specialist Vasquez didn’t need to direct Cleatus in anything.

It was clicking again. This was the occasion for time consuming preparation all for a second of result.

It didn’t take long for Cleatus to free the canister. He gave it to Dawson.

“We don’t need Dawson to commit suicide bringing that canister back up here, so Contreras, bring the missile to the tanker,” Jayde ordered.

Contreras picked up the missile, and followed Dawson’s run to the tanker. The rest followed.

It took a few minutes for a contractor to fill the canister.

“Why are we fillin’ that canister?” Cleatus asked Jayde.

“That canister is used for spreading napalm on enemy troops. We’re going to use it for a different, but similar, effective strategy,” she said.

Contreras got to the tanker just as the canister was full. He sat the missile down. Cleatus stepped in and placed the canister, carefully. Contreras lifted the missile as if it were a newborn. They all walked, quickly, back to the TOW Station.

“So Contreras, you brought back an entourage,” The TOW commander said.

“Very funny, McKay. I have a pizza with anchovies for the creature,” Contreras said.

“Well, lock and load, soldier!” McKay said.

Contreras attached the wire, and loaded the missile.

“You haven’t said anything, Cheauflux, why?” Jayde asked it.

“I observed everything you have done. I know what you are going to do, and your method. Everything was correct, so why interject anything?” Cheauflux answered the question with a question.

“Will this work?” Jayde asked.

“Again, Jayde. I’m an alien, not a fortune teller. I’m on the same pins and needles as you are,” Cheauflux said.

Jayde smiled. It was time for Dawson to become the lunatic he has touted.

“Okay, Dawson, time to get all Section 8. See that Bradley fighting vehicle?” Jayde asked.

“Yes Ma’am!” Dawson yelled.

“I need some Kamikaze action from you! I need you to drive that Bradley, directly into that things mouth. When it closes prematurely, back up, and get the hell outa there!” Jayde said.

There was no hesitation from Dawson. He just tore off to the Bradley.

Jayde ran to Vasquez. “Are you an accurate launcher, Vasquez?”

“I can knock a beer can off a fence at three hundred meters, Ma’am,” Vasquez said.

“If you can do that, you can do this,” Jayde said. “When the Chauzek opens its mouth, fire this missile down its throat!”

“Aint nuthin’ but a thang, Ma’am!” Vasquez smiled, and set herself to fire her TOW.

I hope this works, God, Jayde thought, and silently prayed.

Dawson looked as if he were street racing towards the Chauzek’s mouth. He dodged all the debris strewn about from the previous blast, and barreled towards the Chauzek’s mouth.

The Chauzek saw him, and heard his horn blaring. It did the inherent thing by opening its mouth.

“Now Vasquez!” Jayde yelled, and Vasquez fired.

The round screamed across the battlefield, and landed in the Chauzeks throat.

The Chauzek automatically closed its mouth. That was when Dawson hit the brakes, turned around, and hightailed it out of there.

The round exploded. It was a muffled boom, but they heard it.

That was when it happened. The Chauzek had never felt that way. After the explosion, it began to get drowsy!

The beast dropped, and was beginning to lose consciousness. It had definitely slowed down. It was evolved on Earth. It emitted a rumbling sound that vibrated the brick shards nearest its mouth.

“I can’t believe it!” General Slaydon said. “We got that thing snoring!”

That was when the cheer exploded across downtown Naples.

“We knocked that thing out!” Vasquez said.

“Youknocked that thing out,” Jayde told her.

“You had the plan, Lieutenant, I just pulled the trigger, Ma’am,” Vasquez said.

The contracting team raced to get the Chauzek into the transport ship. With the help of the motor pool soldiers, they hauled the Chauzek.

They backed up a portable launch pad holding the ship, and drove the tanker near. Once the Chauzek was in the ship, they finished filling the ship with the solution, and dropped in a road flare. The elixir ignited, and filled the cabin with fumes.

Mrs. Novakova designed an air circulation system, because she didn’t know what type of solution they were going to use. It was acclamatory she did that, because it would’ve been difficult to circulate oil. Oxygen was not only easier, it was possible.

The rest of the team unloaded their portable launching apparatus.

“This is, usually, a large explosion, even with the Cheamytex fuel. Tell your soldiers to retreat 2,000 meters. 1,500 meters is minimal safe distance,” Cheauflux instructed

“Is this one going to be big, Lieutenant?” Vasquez asked, as they retreated.

“I’ve never witnessed a launch before, Vasquez,” Jayde admitted.

“Well, I have,” General Harper said. “I hope the contractors brought a regiment-sized allotment of earplugs.”

“So, it’s going to be that loud, Sir?” Vasquez asked.

“Our concrete control room was vibrating like a nervous Chihuahua, so yes, it’s going to be that loud,” Harper said.

Once the contractors locked in their radio signal and moved to minimal safe distance, they began their Capcom check.

“Are thrusters a go?” Thunderstar asked.

“Propulsion is go, Controller,” a Contractor said.

“Life support, navigation, and hull integrity?” Thunderstar asked.

He saw a slew of thumbs up, and heard ‘go!’ three times in succession.

Everybody have on their earplugs, and are behind us!?” Thunderstar yelled out loud.

Everybody put up their thumbs, and General Harper yelled back, “The regiment is go!”

I’ll see you later... what am I saying? Good bye, Garbageman!” Thunderstar hit the launch button.

The spaceship ignited. Everyone felt the shockwave in their chest. It slowly began to climb. It pierced the troposphere, and headed towards the stratosphere. Once it entered the mesosphere, and began to disappear, the regiment roared in a cheer almost as loud as the launch!

Vasquez yelled, and hugged Jayde. Then she realized her place as a specialist.

“I am very sorry, Ma’am,” Vasquez stepped away, immediately, and apologized.

“After everything we’ve been through, all I can say to you, Vasquez, is Madame Muscle!” Jayde grabbed her, and hugged her back.

At first, it felt strange, hugging an officer, but she treated her like a girlfriend, and hugging her friend felt comfortable, so she hugged her back.

Doctor Chalet made it to Jayde. “Zat eez vhy I like jou, Jayde, jou ur rezorzevul.”

“You hypothesized, and whipped up that witches brew, Doc. If it weren’t for you, we’d be writing letters to everyone’s folks!” Jayde smiled. “You have always given me the tools. I just know you can’t torque a bolt with a screwdriver. I have someone I want you to meet. Could you wait here for a minute?”

“I em not readee tu meet a voman,” Chalet said.

“I’m not Miss Matchmaker, Doc. He works out, like you do. Maybe you two could be great pen pals. Stay here, I’ll be right back,” Jayde said.

“Vasquez, where’s your fellow 11 Hotel?” Jayde asked Vasquez.

“I think Contreras is talking with motor pool about fast cars.” She pointed to the motor pool soldiers.

“Thanks, Vasquez, I’ll be right back, Doc.” She walked to the motor pool crowd.

“Iz Contreres beeg, Vaskez?” Chalet asked Vasquez.

“Contreras is Linebacker Big, Doctor,” Vasquez answered.

Jayde finally made her way through the crowd, followed by a shaved Kodiak bear.

“Doctor Chalet, Sergeant Contreras, Sergeant Contreras, Doctor Chalet,” Jayde introduced them.

Contreras held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Doctor Chalet.”

“I’m not geeveeng preskripshonz. Call me Deveauxn,” Chalet said, while offering his hand. Contreras’ hand swallowed his. “I take eet, jou vork-ut eevery day.”

“Every day a monster doesn’t come knocking at your door,” Contreras said. “You can call me Hector.”

“Now, zat zee moonstar iz gone, ’Ector, vat ur jour planz?” Chalet asked.

“I’m eating chow, then I’m going to the gym,” Contreras said.

“Do jou vant a partnur?” Chalet asked.

“Sure, Deveauxn, if you can keep up,” Contreras said.

“I don’t mind a dare,” Chalet said.

“If you think you can hang, Deveauxn, you’re welcome to join me,” Contreras invited Chalet.

Chalet turned to Jayde. “Tanks Keed. Avter dees, I need a goot poomp.”

“Just don’t get married, Doc,” she joked.

Alexi saw Jayde talking to Doctor Chalet, and walked up to her.

“I guess you never needed a bodyguard. If you can take out a Chauzek, you could kick a pirates ass!” Alexi said.

She walked up to him, hugged him, and gave him a kiss. Not a peck. It was the French kind.

“You’re more than a bodyguard, Buster,” she smiled.

“You are not afraid of anybody knowing about us? Not even your father?” Alexi was confused.

“I just saved the world. What is Daddy going to do to me?” she asked. “Besides, I found a keeper,” she said, and kissed him again.

Alexi was confused, but it was obvious, she wasn’t. He had been covert his entire military career. It felt good not to be, for once.

“Zo, I kin teel my zientists jou two ur a couple?” Chalet asked.

“I know you know, Doc, and you are bursting at the seams to dish your gossip. Go ahead and tell them,” Jayde said.

’Sacrebleu! I do not goseep!” Chalet exclaimed.

“What do the French call telling someone else’s business?” Jayde sarcastically asked.

“Boot jou gave me permeezhon!” Chalet said.

“Come on, Doc, my job is to screw with you!” Jayde grinned.

Chalet pointed in a scolding manner at her. “Jou ur eencourageble.”

“I’m a woman, Doc,” she was still smiling.

Alexi became concerned. “You are not going to complain about me doing my job, are you?”

“Let me rephrase that, I’m a military woman.” She eased his concern.

“Ve ur not een any ’uree to geet ’ome, zo zee tele theeng iz not needed,” Chalet said.

“I don’t want to blow chunks either, Doc, its unladylike,” she said.

“Ploos, I ’ave a date vit a bodee builder,” Chalet said.

“You are lifting on this side of Florida? Can I come?” Alexi asked.

“I just shoved my tongue down your throat, Sergeant! We are in Florida, with a beach, and no Chauzek! You can lift when you get back to Belize,” Jayde interrupted.

“Besidez, Alexi, I tink ze zezzion iz ekzkluzive,” Chalet added.

“Fine, Deveauxn, I will pump with you in Belize. Me and my woman have a beach to comb,” Alexi smiled.

“Breeng blankeetz, eemberz kin burn jour azz vit a campvire!” Chalet knew what they were going to do.

Everyone had a pleasant evening.