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Can't tell the players apart without a scorecard...an old baseball saying...

I found Doreen's insight regarding Matt's mother and what she must be feeling and living with the grief that most likely she will never see her son again...when you think about it, Andy has the same empathy as we see as he struggles with the decision whether or not to 'buy' Matt...Doreen, looking at Andy's decision as a mother couldn't come to any other conclusion. As for breaking the law, could not buying Matt be considered ransom??? One other thought...could/would it be possible that in all of the quiet times Matt spent with Ahmet that each might know a bit more about each other, for instance, where Ahmet comes from/family??? Kanaan just may have left a loose end out there, especially if Matt has a general idea as to where Ahmat's family lives/occupation....

A very intriguing beginning, looking forward to more!!!

Another thought or reflection is the dichotomy between Bzup-kind and Jem-kind...Somehow Bzup-kind has evolved to a point where they can't/won't kill. Much like humans used cows for milk, orx are being used to supply the necessary/needed ingredients for processing into food, contrasting where orx are hunted for food... Then there's the lengths gone to, to see the injured crewmember was saved. That is/was some impressive medical tech... Is it any wonder why Azim feels the need to leave, one hopes that at some point Jem and Bzup meet again... "No," Bzup said then. His voice sounded amplified now, more commanding, more insistent. All eyes turned to him. "Azim protect Bzup," the alien said. "Gather raw food, fazt. One-zhip leave Benteen. Need much food to go." In the 300-some-odd years that contact was lost with the home world, what changes do Jem and his fellow colonists face???

Loved the pace of this chapter and continuously remain amazed at the nature of dogs and other pets to pick up on human needs and emotions, the scene where Arya was just do darned wonderful!!!

Wow...simply wow...tell me this chapter wasn't pregnant will all sorts of possibilities and curiously perplexing scenarios...using my perfidious, powers of psychotic psychic prognostication, there's possibly and potentially a few more tales left to explore in this world... More importantly now that the rigatoni lines have reformed, what could possibly happen next???

Oh what tangled webs we weave...Cyril is a putz and heading towards a trainwreck...

The enemy of my enemy is my friend...keep your friends close and your enemies closer...and lastly, vengeance is a dish best served cold...however, nor more than lukewarm...

It is wonderful to see that fantastic changes are happening, looking forward to see what's next after the next stasis sleep!! The following is simply so, sadly true... A group was identified as the ones to put the bombs in place, all the other powers alive on Earth were hunting them down. After a hundred years you were hunting grandsons and granddaughters! Great grandchildren! Really, you hunted the ideas.

When you come to think of it, Dan, Vaughn, and everyone else are already deep into playing Francis Heyward's game of human chess... Financial shenanigans aside, and I have to believe like others, where there's smoke, there is fire...The 64-thousand-dollar question is, how deep is dear Francis overextended???? Or could this simply be a ploy by his competition, to spread rumors such as these and to have lenders who are already on the margin, nervous and calling the money cows home before the financial chickens come home to roost... There is a simple solution to the predicament that is Francis Heyward, neither Dan nor Vaughn for that matter, are in so deep that they simply give reasonable notice and resign as different/brighter prospects await...

A very thankful reader here and once again enjoying you work...thanks for entertaining us!!!!! Looking forward to your next offering!!!

This critical to understanding the current state of both of Jem and his companions as well as Bzup and his... What we know, considering the above is that the rigatoni lines, allowing travel between distant places, have been broken and dusted with a cheese-like substance, the opposite of dark matter??? It is easy to see the horrifying effects, could the disaster have been caused by the weird alien shaped object to the right of the broken rigatoni lines...

From 0MPH to a very soapy, slippery, quickie.....

I am surprised that Roger did not take what he considered 'dirty money' and find a way to use it for organizations that were anti-gay and all the other associated flavors of our tribes... Much to happen in the next few chapters!!

Well, parts of this mystery are beginning to unfold, yet leaving so many unanswered questions...what about the strange behavior Jem and his father noticed with the animals they hunt, what about the undiscovered country, did Bzup and his fellow travelers only come in one ship...are there more, could some of this alien tech be helpful in restoring the decaying/debilitated tech of the settlers, how long have Bzup and his companions been stuck on the planet, and most importantly...how much room is there in @weinerdog's doghouse???? Sorry, not sorry for the following...it just kept popping into my head...

Back in the day, just after we beat up the troglodytes for their guitars, amps, drum sets, and dang it Kenny G...their saxophones, I got to see The Who in Boston Garden. Sad part was Keith Moon was so hammered he fell out of the drum set twice in the first 20 minutes...while they were trying to sober him up someone's cigarette (Shhh-joint?) fell in to the garbage that had collected during the previous shows... The announcement was made that the show was over and to save your ticket stub for when the show was rescheduled...Turns out they played the make-up show as their last night of their swing thru the states...the sad part was shortly after that show, Keith Moon was no longer... But, as I am known to digress, loved this chapter and some concert memories it brought back @weinerdog!!! And remember boys and wanna bee's, being older than dirt is ok so long as you reside above the dirt!!!

Seems as if nothing is as it appears.

If I had to encapsulate the following thought it may come out like... We're all a bunch of bamboozling drinkers thinking of the cocktails thoughts others are drinking thinking....set up a nother round boys??? Love the pace of the chapter and just so well descripted!!!

While phone calls can be easy to mask point of origin, one has to wonder if in this case, it may be found/located??? The bigger, obvious chance they may have to bring this part of the seamy business down is...Matt, would he know enough, remember enough to warrant an investigation? While it may not be part of plan to do so in this story, I for one, would live to see the whole sordid business brought down...

I had to go with wow….as they say the plot thickens and looks like Matt will be crossing storm crossed seas, hopefully to find safe harbor and shelter, here’s hoping Maeve works her magic with Matt!!

@ReaderPaul, to write/create all of the above might require a trip down the road less traveled…and hopefully keeping one’s possessions if encountering a thief of small things…

Here it is the middle of summer and the hay fever struck while reading this, and me scrambling for a few tissues…this story just keeps getting better and better…

Dang it @Summerabbacat you took the thoughts right out of my brain…😉 A very intriguing chapter

Look who's meeting the gang...hope there's a dental program...chewing your way out could take time...

I'm thinking Ana is not to be fully trusted just yet either...and then...there's that danged Raptor pilot sequestering hisself in his plane...