The last was crushed many years ago. The sub-commander was running through everything that he’d heard about the original Cliveastones. “Yo… Walking in the sub-commander looked at Drivas as her body began to convulse again. Shaking his head he walked through the room to a huge tank that held the body of a woman. Damn it! She’d almost forgotten what it had felt like. “As of yet I haven’t tried to make an enemy of the Intergalactic Patrol, though if things continue as they are, I damn sure will.”
There were more gasps as a great many quickly got out of the way of the advancing grays that were with Sam. [No! “Why are you here?
