"I'm going make a few public appearances to check in on the infrastructure projects and food distribution in Guatemala. Then, I'll head off to Colombia to get things rolling. Joe, can you set me up with the joint Susan/ Maribel personality combo?" Mom announced.
"Of course," Joe responded.
"What about us, kiddo, want to check Northern Mexico and see where the intel gathering stands?" Dad asked.
"You can handle that, Dad. I'm going to see how we're doing at the galactic level, then, maybe head back to Island of Stability for a bit."
Dad shrugged, "suit yourself. Should I move forward if we have all the information that we need to make a clean sweep?"
"Your call. Just make sure we have enough rooms before you start pulling people," I grinned.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure Joe will let me know if I'm about to make a big mistake. Right, Joe."
"Nothing would make me happier," Joe answered with a wry lilt.
"I'll leave you to it, then. I'll be up in the Lookout Tower."
