"Nobody can rock a crowd like me"
By Jack Crowder the Third

 	Above an industrious world, one inhabitable moon hung suspended like a
cloud-veiled turquoise. The eternal hand that held the chain of its orbit had
dusted its velvet backdrop with brilliant stars, and cosmic energies danced on
the wrinkles of space-time, singing their timeless music, neither noticing nor
caring for the creatures of evil, acts of justice, or their brief, petty wars.

	The weather had turned cooler during the last three weeks. 
Still it hinted at spring's heat. The winter season in this land, if a season
it properly was, lasted a mere six weeks, with brief cold rains out of the
north. The trees held most of their bluish green leaves, and there was nothing
to mark the passing of fall. The unblemished radiance of the Ford '86 LTD was
pulled upon the side of a local road. The trail of the road soon vanished
beyond this point onward.
	Following up the trail was an arrangement of massive rocks. Sitting against
one, his legs crossed and his eyes closed was a man dressed in black. His coat
buttoned in front and a tie flowing lightly in the wind extended from his
neck. Covering his eyes were a pair of sunglasses. He had learned this while
staying at West Point. A quick way to deaden his emotions. He had let logic
fade from his sight. A tear is the greatest sign of emotion-- in it there is
happiness, sadness, strength, weakness, hope, fear, love, loss, pride, and
accomplishment. These were unwelcome feelings, he could not let them go on any
longer. 
	Stepping from under the rock glanced up another man wearing the same attire.
Although this man presented a more outgoing response. 
	"Are you busy, Que?"
	"Yes, can we talk at a later date?"
	"No.. we need to discuss this now."
Que opened his eyes and stood from his sitting stance.	
	"I see how you look at her."
His coat lightly shifted as he turned around to face his partner on this
assignment.
	"And how is that?"
	"Like someone who wishes he wasn't so cold."
Que looked up at the stars for a brief moment. He took a deep sigh and looked
at Gee.
	"I respect her for her work and how she has survived in this field. That is
all."
Gee slid on his shades, lightly stroking his goatee and finally muttered the
words, "Whatever makes it easier to sleep with."