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Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 20, 2012, 12:21:31 PM

I think I see where this is going!  (Well, Chick's side, at least.)   

Outstanding work!  I can't wait for the next chapter.   

Glad that you do, Zach 

I always thought that I was getting too nerdy and technical in this fic, however, I am going through Steig Larrson's Millenium trilogy right now. They are geeky as hell and still bestsellers.

So, I can rest easy

I actually really like stories that are very technically and "nerdy."  I'm not completely sure why; but for me, it seems to add more realism.

Given the world we live in today, interaction with technology is inevitable. What strikes me is that I only hear of the millennium trilogy late last year and I started reading the series this month. And yet I was struck by the similarities.

For example, in the second book, the central character Lisbeth Salander gets hooked on Maths ! 

yay and update! superb!

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Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 21, 2012, 10:26:23 AM

Quote from: aamrun on February 21, 2012, 01:27:02 AM

Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 20, 2012, 12:21:31 PM

I think I see where this is going!  (Well, Chick's side, at least.)   

Outstanding work!  I can't wait for the next chapter.   

Glad that you do, Zach 

I always thought that I was getting too nerdy and technical in this fic, however, I am going through Steig Larrson's Millenium trilogy right now. They are geeky as hell and still bestsellers.

So, I can rest easy

I actually really like stories that are very technically and "nerdy."  I'm not completely sure why; but for me, it seems to add more realism.

Given the world we live in today, interaction with technology is inevitable. What strikes me is that I only hear of the millennium trilogy late last year and I started reading the series this month. And yet I was struck by the similarities.

For example, in the second book, the central character Lisbeth Salander gets hooked on Maths ! 

I've never read the Millennium Trilogy before, but if it's similar to this fanfic, I'd say that the author for the series sure knows what he/she's doing!   

Knew rather, Larrson died shortly after submitting manuscripts of all the three books.

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Quote from: aamrun on February 22, 2012, 01:57:02 AM

Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 21, 2012, 10:26:23 AM

Quote from: aamrun on February 21, 2012, 01:27:02 AM

Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 20, 2012, 12:21:31 PM

I think I see where this is going!  (Well, Chick's side, at least.)   

Outstanding work!  I can't wait for the next chapter.   

Glad that you do, Zach 

I always thought that I was getting too nerdy and technical in this fic, however, I am going through Steig Larrson's Millenium trilogy right now. They are geeky as hell and still bestsellers.

So, I can rest easy

I actually really like stories that are very technically and "nerdy."  I'm not completely sure why; but for me, it seems to add more realism.

Given the world we live in today, interaction with technology is inevitable. What strikes me is that I only hear of the millennium trilogy late last year and I started reading the series this month. And yet I was struck by the similarities.

For example, in the second book, the central character Lisbeth Salander gets hooked on Maths ! 

I've never read the Millennium Trilogy before, but if it's similar to this fanfic, I'd say that the author for the series sure knows what he/she's doing!   

Knew rather, Larrson died shortly after submitting manuscripts of all the three books.

Bummer.   

(Did you get my reference to you being just as good or better of an author as Larrson was?   )

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Quote from: jugheadfan1 on February 22, 2012, 07:46:54 PM

yay and update! superb!

Thank you ! And when are you gonna update yours ?

im not sure, i dont really know where im going with it exactly so it might be a while

I know, but when that happens to me, I keep writing a lot of peripheral stuff until the idea hits me.

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Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 22, 2012, 12:18:33 PM

Quote from: aamrun on February 22, 2012, 01:57:02 AM

Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 21, 2012, 10:26:23 AM

Quote from: aamrun on February 21, 2012, 01:27:02 AM

Quote from: Zach Ziggster on February 20, 2012, 12:21:31 PM

I think I see where this is going!  (Well, Chick's side, at least.)   

Outstanding work!  I can't wait for the next chapter.   

Glad that you do, Zach 

I always thought that I was getting too nerdy and technical in this fic, however, I am going through Steig Larrson's Millenium trilogy right now. They are geeky as hell and still bestsellers.

So, I can rest easy

I actually really like stories that are very technically and "nerdy."  I'm not completely sure why; but for me, it seems to add more realism.

Given the world we live in today, interaction with technology is inevitable. What strikes me is that I only hear of the millennium trilogy late last year and I started reading the series this month. And yet I was struck by the similarities.

For example, in the second book, the central character Lisbeth Salander gets hooked on Maths ! 

I've never read the Millennium Trilogy before, but if it's similar to this fanfic, I'd say that the author for the series sure knows what he/she's doing!   

Knew rather, Larrson died shortly after submitting manuscripts of all the three books.

Bummer.   

(Did you get my reference to you being just as good or better of an author as Larrson was?   )

I am flattered ! Thank you ! 

But then, I don't write for a living, unless you don't count writing software and business reports.

You're very welcome!   

You write software?  That's awesome!  I'm just a beginner at that.  What do you write in?  C+?

Anything under the sun, my favourite is C.

The nurse studied the white haired girl from tip to toe. White hair ! What will they think of next ! At least she didn't have fluorescent eyelids and piercings all over her face. She looked sweet too with those freckles on her face.

"And what did you say the objective of this study was ?" the nurse asked.

"I am collecting material on soldiers involved in all major deployments of the British Army in World War II. Captain Moore distinguished himself in Europe, Rangoon and Egypt before ...."

"Yes, yes, I understand !" the nurse knew her types, only show up for some project and assignment, worrying the hell out of the nice old people in the home. If only they had more sincerity and turned up more regularly.

"Let me check with Dr. Bennet first, Miss. Please have a seat." the nurse smiled, getting up.

"Thank you !" the white haired girl smiled sweetly and sat herself down by a large window which opened up to a vista of green rolling meadows in a pleasant old age care home, somewhere outside Bath.
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Reggie was not all brass and show, he had a knack for business. He saved his father's news company from obscurity and turned it into a respected media company with interests in print, electronic and social media. He was also planning to make a foray in Hollywood too, by financing movies that is. However, what lay behind his true goal of entering the show business was to see himself one day on the silver screen.

So it was that he found himself obliged to attend a conference on the importance of next generation media in LA. He didn't want to go and wouldn't have if it didn't mean getting seen with the who's who of the media world. Everyone from Rupert Murdoch to the CEO of the BBC to Turner himself would be present. He would be there, it was good for business.

"It's an important conference, Mr. Mantle. The best experts in the field will be there, including one, whom I am not sure would be confirmed, maybe not in person, but he is a sensation !" his secretary rattled off the itenary.

"Who is it ? The Queen of England ? Paris Hilton ? Carla Bruni ?" Reggie said while getting himself groomed in front of a full length mirror.

"Oh no, Mr. Mantle ! Not them, but this gentleman is much, much bigger than them in this field. In fact , Sir ! You may call him the father of pretty much everything we take for granted today !"

Reggie put on a look of scorn "A damn techie !"

"Yes, I mean, No Sir ! He is much more than that .... everyone is looking forward to his thoughts !" the secretary tried to explain.

"I have no time for technical bullshit, Matthews !" Reggie said in a harsh tone "I leave those things to people who understand and handle them, they are not my job." He gave his secretary a hard look.
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Chick Cooper had a good sense of humour.

A sense of humour can defuse situations and put you in control even if you are a CIA agent who routinely deals with Mexican gangsters, Bolivian guerrillas, Middle Eastern terrorists, Russian mafia.

You have to be patient and understand the hints, the innuendos inherent in languages such as Spanish, Persian or Chinese. He was not an expert in all of them or all the other tongues which the agency had to deal with, but he was one of the best. The Good cop.

And now he probably needed it most.

Ringo had a good sense of humour too.

He minted millions by shaving off the third place after the decimal. After all, what is one-tenth of a cent ? Useless ! But ten one-tenths is one cent. A thousand such one tenths are a dollar. Given the amount of transactions which happen in the United States alone, it turns out that those one-tenths of a cent, the thousandth place can really add up if they are added up. And Ringo did get away, he made himself 5 million dollars by shaving off those one-tenths for one day. He could have called it a day and retired.

His mistake : he got greedy.

"Ringo, I am not in the mood for a joke right now." Agent Cooper said iciliy.

"I am not joking, Agent Cooper." Ringo looked him straight in the eye. "Believe me, I am not joking. The one who made it is the only one who can find your sister."

Agent Cooper breathed deeply. He thought back to how he traced and caught Ringo. Ringo let his code run during the holiday season, that's when the IRA got suspicious about missing revenue. When their snooping couldn't turn up anything, they contacted the FBI who found out that the attacks were being channeled from Russia and China, which meant the CIA had to get involved.

Chick was the only one who sat down calmly and studied all the threads. It led to servers in Mexico and back to this very room.

"What do you mean by the one who made it ?" Chick asked.

"Agent Cooper, it's a really swell thing but it can't tell you everytihng, you know that too."

The reason for Chick's doubts were the simple letters on the screen.

Google.
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Mrs. Jones had steeled herself. She could have ruined her husband, she could have got the house, the cars, everything. It didn't matter really, when all you believed in, when the life you worked so hard to build could break despite your best efforts, all of this was just like clutching at straws.

She let him have it, all of it. All except Jellybean. She wasn't like everything else. She was her own daughter and she could not leave him in the hands of a man whom she could not recognise any longer. Mr. Jones drank heavily and abused his wife verbally for some nights after Jug left. Once he tried to whip Hotdog who stood between them and kept barking at Mr. Jones, trying to get him to stop.

It was fruitless, and so one afternoon, Mrs. Jones found herself in her car with Jelly and Hotdog with her, leaving a home of more than 25 years.

Mrs. Andrews and Ms. Grundy were there, Mrs. Cooper was still in a state of shock and hardly spoke to anybody anymore. Mrs. Andrews tried to speak to her friend, before she would call it quits forever.

"Gladys ! Please think about what you are doing ! We are with you, we can talk to him, make him understand ! At least think about Jelly !"

Mrs. Jones fought hard to fight back the tears, Jelly was at her side. Two dried streams of tears stretched from the little girl's eyes downwards. There were only so many tears even a little girl could shed. Mrs. Jones shook her head and said in a brittle voice "It's no use Mary, it's been 3 months since Forsythe left and he has become worse every day. He won't change, Mary ! And I am doing this for Jelly ! She deserves better than this !"

"But where will you go ?" Mrs. Andrews asked.

"To my parents, they still live on their farm in Illinois. I might as well join them." Mrs. Jones said.

Mrs. Andrews wanted to say something more but Ms. Grundy pressed her arm.

"Mrs. Jones." Ms. Grundy said "All those complaints at the PTA meetings and all those detentions never showed me what your son truly was, he is really noble and brave. And he loves Betty very much, he will never desert her. He is not the type to leave his friends in the lurch. I just hope....I just hope that you have forgiven Betty." Ms. Grundy said.

Mrs. Jones was quiet for some time, her mind flashed back to Betty as a child, how she grew up with her friends, fast forward to senior year when even Mr. Jones supported their son and her relationship more than everything.

Now, it was hard to believe, that this was the same man.

"It's not her fault." she said "It never was her fault, she has been through a lot. I am not her mother, but I know Betty would never do what she has been accused of." She took Mrs. Andrews hands in hers "Mary, I hope you are not angry with her. It doesn't matter to me if you are still mad at Forsythe but please, Alice needs you more than ever now. You know Betty would never steal, it's just not her. She really loved Archie, I am sure of that."

Mrs. Andrews pulled Mrs. Jones into a tight hug. It was true that she was mad at Betty for a while when she heard how her relationship with Archie fell through all those years ago, but she couldn't stay mad for long. Betty may not go ga-ga over Archie any longer but she didn't let that change her ways with the Andrews Seniors.

"She is the best daughter a mother can have." Mrs. Andrews said " I wish she were my own flesh and blood."

Mrs. Andrews and Ms. Grundy watched the car drive away, Hotdog kept looking at them forlornly from the back window.
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"What exactly is your purpose ?" Dr. Jeeves of the care home asked the white haired girl.

The white haired girl gave him the same reply that she was doing a project on World War 2 veterans.

Dr. Jeeves scrutinised her closely and then said "Somehow it doesn't sound convincing, but since your papers are in order, you may see her. Please bear in mind that she is 82 years old and is quite frail. Do not do anything to worsen her condition."

The white haired girl nodded.

The nurse brought the girl to a well lit room where an old woman sat peacefully looking at the roses outside. "Ms. Moore." The nurse said "You have a visitor."

"Good Morning Miss Moore." the girl smiled. "My name is Sabrina Spellman."
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Betty couldn't put away writing. Despite all that happenned, writing was integral to her. It didn't matter whether it was online, with a pen or a pencil. She had to keep scribbling, and scribble she did.

She would write about everything and anything. At first she tried not to write about what happened with her at college. She did not want to think about it, but one way or the other, she did come back to it. It was inevitable.

How did the text change ? She was sure that she had mailed the correct version to the paper, she even checked her sent mail, the original was there.

Then how come did the attachment in the sent mail show the plagiarised text now ? It simply did not make sense. In the fleeting moments when she could sneak onto the internet on one of her co-worker's phones if they were happened to be laid casually aside, she went back to her mail account again and again and again.

It was her gmail account.

The mail was sent be her.

But the attachment with the mail was not hers.

She did not have any interest in the net ever since she ran away, except to keep checking whether by a miracle, by some fluke, the true document appeared again. She knew she was being paranoid.

Perhaps she was going mad ?

She would feel eyes staring at her, people looking at her oddly. She was scared to use the restroom at work, she feared that the rooms were bugged.

She never dared use her credit cards.

What if they found me out ? What if they came looking for me ? What would they do if they found me out ?

She thought of Jug often.

What would HE do if he found me out ?
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Agent Cooper shrugged his shoulders. He knew who had made Google but to think that they had any idea where Betty was was simply preposterous. The CIA had run a discreet check of Sergei and Larry after 9/11 when everyone was paranoid, they were clean. Spotless in fact.

"Fine Ringo, thanks a lot for your help. I will be sure to ask them." and he turned to go.

"I am not talking of Sergei and Larry, Agent Cooper." Ringo said. Chick stopped, this was getting tiresome. "I am talking about the people whose work led to what Google is today, the people who built the theoretical foundations on which it is based."

"Ringo, spare me the riddles please." Chick said wearily.

"Your sister is the victim of a carefully planned operation to obliterate the truth or at least obfuscate it. Somehow, the document she prepared, changed into something else, everywhere it was stored electronically. This points to formidable resources and planning. You need to find out the person who can piece together what has happened, and such a person must have access to equally formidable resources. Even if you leverage all the resources of the NSA, and you cannot, you will still not be able to trace the criminal. You may recover the true document, but not the true criminal."

"And what makes you so sure of that ?" Chick asked.

"Call it gut feeling." Ringo said "I have access to the plagiarised document but I can't retrieve the original one. I tried a lot, but it's useless. I think that the true one is truly gone." Ringo said.

Chick sighed, this wasn't hopeful "And who is the person who can help me, Ringo ?"

"I wish I knew, Agent Cooper. I am not joking. I well and truly do not know."
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Ms. Moore was pleasantly surprised that a young girl took interest in an old bird like her. They chatted merrily about her late brother who fought and died in World War 2 fighting the Nazis. She never married and was the last of her family.

"It is strange when I think now." Ms. Moore said "That for all his hatred for the Nazis and their ideas, he actually fell madly in love with the sister of one."

"I don't understand Ms. Moore." Sabrina said.

"Larry never married but he fell really hard for her. She was ... I think she was Annkathrin. I cannot recall her last name. She was really beautiful, I still have the picture. I never met her though. They met when he was in Germany during the early 30s. He spoke poor German, she hardly had any English." she smiled "Sometimes, things just work out."

"But the sister of a Nazi ?"

Ms. Moore nodded "She was the youngest. She had an elder brother and a sister. The brother fell for Hitler's garbage and went and got himself a swastika. The sister didn't trust the Nazis and she really had brains. Tried to Flee with her boyfriend, a Jew ! to America, didn't make it though. They were mugged and killed in France."

"What happened to Annkathrin ?"

"Larry called her Annka." Ms. Moore said "He tried to get her out of Germany, but she didn't want to leave her parents alone. Her brother was always off to no good and she was the only one running the whole show, working as a waitress. When she did...." she paused and sighed "It was too late...too late for all three of them."

"Three ?"

"Annka had a boy by Larry in 1934. They called him Felix. Larry only managed to stay with him for brief intervals and that too at great peril to his life. Germany was not the safest place for the English then. He never got a photo of him, but he always used to say "He is so smart ! Oh Janice ! He is so smart !" "

"He seems to have loved his son a lot." Sabrina smiled.

"He did." Ms. Moore nodded "And he risked his life to save them both when the war started. Larry was right about Hitler, that he would turn west soon. He tried to get both Annka and Felix out of Germany but Annka refused to board the ferry at Calais. There was only room for two and Annka insisted that Felix should go and she would wait."

They sat in silence.

"They never met again ?"

Ms. Moore closed her eyes and shook her head "Larry left Felix all by himself on the ship for New York. You can't imagine how much I cursed Larry for doing that. A boy of hardly 5 going across the Atlatic, all by himself ! Perhaps it was divine punishment that he was recalled by the Army immediately and never left for France ever again."

"Annka ?"

"She was killed in the Dresden bombing. We got the news from her brokenhearted mother, they had no money to eat but she still spent money on that letter so that Larry should know."

"and did Larry know ?"

"No." Ms. Moore whispered "When I finally received the letter from Annka's mother, I also got the news from Larry's friend Tom that he was killed in Egypt."

Silence descended one more time.

"What happened to Felix ?"

"No such boy who either answered to that name or matched that description ever landed at New York. Believe me, my dear. After the war, I tried everything I could to trace my nephew down but it was useless. He died too. He died on board the ship."

Sabrina had never seen sorrow like this, two families, destroyed by the war between their nations, but the question that ate her away was this :

Why didn't Felix call himself Felix in NY ?

"No Sir, nothing here as well."

"That's wierd." Chick said "He couldn't have just melted into thin air."

"That's what it looks like." The officer said, dusting his hands.

"Why did you ever go away ?"

"I am sorry Mom." Betty said, hugging Mrs. Cooper tightly "I was scared. Scared what people would say, I was so afraid..."

"Scared to face the mother who bore you ?" Mrs. Cooper asked, Betty fell quiet.
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Jughead never thought that he would drink like this one day. When he first tried alcohol, he had thrown up and it was ginger beer. Now, probably even absynthe would have no effect. He was dazed, and for good reason too. The past three months went by as in a blur, sure it was hell one day to the next but he wasn't ready to accept all that happened.

"Single malt, large."

And he wasn't ready for this.

"Does she know you are drinking like a fish ?"

"She's your sis." Jug smirked "You can always tell her."

Chick studied Jug, swollen eyes, haggard face, shabby dress, he had really taken a beating, and it was all for Betty. He owed him a lot.

"Don't you want to know how I showed up ?" Chick nudged him in the side, trying to lighten things up.

"You work for the CIA." Jug said "You probably picked me up on satellite or something."

Well that failed, Chick thought, so he turned his mind back to his drink. "Mom is so happy." Chick said "I don't think she was so happy when Betty was even born."

"I can understand....I think." Jug muttered.

"I....Jug, I don't know how to say this, I really appreciate all you did, everything, you threw away everything you had for her, you can't imagine....."

"Yeah, yeah but keep your hands off because there is no way that Mr. Cooper Sr. and Jr. are ever going to hand their little princess to a loser."

Chick was shocked, that thought never ever crossed his mind, to think that Jug could say such a thing but what added insult to injury was that Jug said it calmly, no satire, no derision, no hurt.

"Jug...No for goodness sake, how can you say that ?" Chris stammered.

Jug put some money on the counter and got up, "I am getting a headache, let's go out and talk."

When they were little, Chris was the tallest in their gang, now Jug stood three inches clear of Chick, he didn't seem happy any longer though, Just gloomy.

"Jug, listen, no Cooper ever stood between you and Betty." Chick said.

"Chick, look this won't work." Jug said scratching his chin "I love Betty, I still do, but this won't work so I am calling it off right here and now. I need some answers."

"Why...what answers ?" Chick was confused.

"Drop the nice cop act, Chick." Jug replied "Sure we are all glad Betty's back but I want to know who the hell screwed her in the first place, how the hell did I get to her and where the hell is he ?"

The word screwed came as a mild stunner for Chris especially when used in Betty's context and that too from Jug, but then they had all grown up.

"We are working on that Jug, we will get to the bottom of this."

"Yeah right, like you have been working on the Doc's case for the last 50 years and he shows you all the middle finger." Jug sneered "Chick, it's not personal but sometimes don't you think you people can stop being so pathetic and let people who know their job just do it instead of asking so many goddamn questions ?"

Now Jug was upset, ad the agent in Chick also felt all his buttons being pushed, if it was another time, another guy, things would have been hotter but Jug was right. The agency was sitting pretty with egg on it's face.

"What would you have rather we had done ?" Chick asked calmly.

"She was your sister for God's sake, you could have screwed the agency, screwed protocol and gone to him directly. So they had you bugged, probably shoved something up your ass or something and would have plugged you but all of this could have ended sooner and much better."

Chick was trained for language, but only when it came from mafia, terrorists and their kind. Not from someone who was right and was hopping mad.

"I did try." Chick protested.

"Yeah you did." Jug scratched his head "God ! I have to shampoo ! Chick, listen, I am sorry, tell Betty, she will understand, but I can't do this now. I have some scores to settle." and he started walking away.

"Where the hell will you go ?" Chick called out "What will you do ?"

"Gotta find two guys." Jug said "Grovel before one and rip the guts out of the other."
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"Does he know ?" Archie asked.

"He was the one who found me." Betty smiled "He called me, I was shocked to hear his voice, I had no idea how he got the number, I didn't have my own phone, he called the store and asked....." Betty gulped "He asked for Charlene Smith."

"And that was your alias ?" Nancy asked wide eyed.

Betty nodded looking down at her hands, in the shock of that moment and what followed later she never got the chance to ask Jug how he figured it all out. Next thing she knew, Chick was at her apartment.

"So you two haven't met since ?" Archie asked "It's unbelievable. Where the hell is he ? Do you have his number ? It's been months since I talked to him."

"No." Betty said, forcing down a sob "The last time I heard from him was when I returned home, he didn't call me after that.
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As a rule, it's only bad when the media says it's bad. Even a genocide can be made to look like a picnic and some heated words as the vilest racial slur.

But it's a different thing when the media or rahter it's boss is in the spot, all bets are off, so they say.

"Are you sure about this ?" Reggie asked shakily.

"I am afraid so, Mr. Mantle." the voice said over the telecon "Ms. Cooper has definitely returned and although the university has not released an official statement, all signs seem to show he is untraceable."

"This is not good, this is not good." Reggie muttered.
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"Dear Prof. Johnson,

I will be on leave for some days, please inform all concerned authorities and would you be so kind as to handle or redirect any concerns which may come my way for that period. There may be some persistent queries and no amount of assurance will work in that quarter so you need not exert yourself there.

If Mr. Jones asks for me, please tell him I am on leave.

Thanking you and my sincere apologies for this sudden departure,

Dr. Kenneth"

The dean looked up from the note at Prof. Johnson who looked as innocent and clueless as a lamb.

"And what would he say if he knew that you showed me this note ?" he held it up.

"Oh ! He is a true gentleman, Sir ! I have never heard him swear or in anger and I believe nobody ever has." Prof. Johnson replied.

The dean looked at him with an open mouth for some time, shook his head and got up.

"You promise to handle all of them then ? Including the CIA ?"

"Oh ! Of course, it won't be an issue." Prof. Johnson said, getting up too "After all, he was entitled to some time off." The dean turned to face him. "It's the first leave he has taken ever since he joined the university." Prof. Johnson smiled.