"How To Kill A Byrd"

  "So you want to be a cop?" The middle-aged women in the police captain's uniform asked.



 "Yes, very much," I answered with as much conviction as I could muster.  I studied the Captain as she paused to decide on her next statement.  She was a heavy set woman with a too large nose.  It was red and covered with broken veins.  The nose made her look as though she might be a heavy drinker.

 "I don't know what the bureau will say about that.  You know how they want to protect you guys at all cost.  They might not like the idea of you out patrolling the streets," she finally commented.

 "You know better than anyone how little violent crime there is in Greenpoint." I suggested.  Hoping I could find the words to convince her to at least give me an opportunity.

 "I know, but I doubt seriously anyone will pay any attention to a small town cop's opinion.  Those women up there can get pretty hysterical when it comes to your kind," she informed me.

 "I know, but they did turn me loose.  The government has said I can do anything I want.  They even gave me the right to sue for that chance.  Besides, I have to do something, and this is what I want to do,"  I explained, trying to threaten and still maintain my composure.

 The Captain seemed to be weighing all her options before she went on.  "You know it's going to be hard on you.  I mean, you will be the only man on the force," the Captain informed me of the obvious.

 "I know, but we have to start coming back somewhere.  I mean, the women will just have to accept us," I replied firmly.  I tried to make her understand that I was determined to have this job, no matter what the cost.

 "I don't know, there isn't even anyone left on the force who remembers the last time we had a man in uniform.  There haven't been any men any where in the last twenty years," the Captain said thoughtfully.

 "There are going to be lots more of us leaving the institute from now on," I informed her.

 "Not really, after your batch, it will be fifteen more years before the others start coming out," the Captain stated confidently.  At least she seemed to be familiar with the facts.

 "I know, but you won't be able to stop the flood, once it begins," I informed her. "When this next batch comes out, it will be a steady stream from then on.

 "Tell you what," she said,  "Let me call the agency, if they approve, I will go along."  The Captain didn't look happy about it.

 "Thank you Captain," I said as I stood to shake her hand.

 "You may want to wait on the thanks.  At least until you see how the others treat you," she said.  "You do have one thing going for you, at least you won't have to go through rookie school with them. Fortunately for all of us the institute took care of all that.  You are a damned sight better trained than our usual rookie."

 "How soon do you think I will know?" I asked excitedly.

 "I'll make the request this afternoon.  We should hear something in a day or two," the Captain explained in a deadpan voice.

 "Thanks again," I said as I turned for the door.

 The trolley ride home was a nightmare.  I was surrounded by women who looked at me either like a freak, or with open hostility.  I could feel both the anger and the curiosity in their eyes.  I searched their faces, trying to find just one friendly expression.  There simply were none.  The women all seemed to be telling me with their eyes, that I was not welcome to their society.  I suppose it was because I was the symbol of the changes coming.  There attitudes were so obviously threatening that I swore I would stop riding the trolleys just as soon as humanly possible.

 I returned to my small apartment to await the Captain's decision.  I knew it wouldn't really be her decision to make.  The Government had trained me for this job.  They wanted all the orphans to get good jobs on the outside.  I was pretty sure they didn't have high level management jobs in mind. Just jobs good enough for us to earn a decent living.  As far as the agency went, I would have their permission in a matter of hours.  If there were going to be a problem, it would be with the local police department.  Even if that were the case, the government had promised to help.  I really hoped that wouldn't become necessary.

 For the next two days, I sat around my stifling apartment over the small independent drugstore.  It was hot, but I dared not leave.  I tried to watch the TV, but the shows were too phony for me to get enjoy.  Thanks to the world of digital TV there were men in the shows, but they were mostly the heavies.  At the institute they tried to explain that the stereotyping wasn't intentional.  I always thought their arguments amounted to just so much bull.  I expected the shows were made less for entertainment, than to convince the women that they didn't need men.  For sure that had been the purpose twenty-one years ago, now it just made for good TV drama.  If you were a woman, there had to be something comforting about being able to whip any man's ass.  I understood that it had been expedient twenty years ago.  Now that we were reemerging into society, I feared all this crap was going to add to our assimilation problems.  I actually feared there might be massive discrimination created by all the TV crap.  The Captain had pretty much insinuated there would be a certain amount of friction between me and the women.  How could they trust a man after seeing us constantly portrayed as idiots or criminals.  I expected the worst.

 The general population followed a radically different distribution pattern than the orphans.  There were plenty of women over twenty one, but none between the ages of eight and twenty-one.  The eight and under set had been born from artificial insemination.  I have no idea how many children I had fathered, but there had to be plenty of them running around.  I, like every other orphan, had donated sperm from our twelfth birthday, until leaving the institute.  In my case it had been up until a couple of weeks ago.  I was in the last batch to leave our particular orphanage.  I knew for a fact there would be no more releases until the sons, of men like me, reached twenty one.  The orphanages would be closed one day.  That would happen only when the population had recovered from the devastating effects of the plague.  

 As a matter of fact, I had volunteered to continue donating once a week as long as the state of emergency existed.  With the new orphans populations increasing rapidly, there might soon be no need for me to donate at all.  In just a few more years they would be producing sperm.  At a rate of four to six pregnancies per donation, odds were that the population would stabilize in a couple of generations.

 The call came a couple of days later.  I was surprised to find that I had been accepted.  I was informed I would begin work with the next rotation of the D squad.  The patrol division of the cops was divided into four different squads.  Three working different, and rotating shifts at any given time.  The fourth shift, would be taking it's days off, while the other three squads worked.

 I had exactly two days to be fitted for a uniform.  I went to be sworn in on the third day after my visit with the Captain.  The gun belts and other gear fit just fine.  The stores officer even managed to find me some slacks which weren't too bad a fit.  The problem came with the uniform shirts.  All the shirts had pleats, obviously designed for women.  Without breasts to fill the pleats, the shirts bagged terribly.  The stores officer gave me the name of a retail store, where the officers with flat chests bought their shirts.  She informed me the store sold shirts without pleats.  

 I went immediately to the store carrying a handful of patches with me.  As the officer had promised, the woman who owned the store had the shirts.  She even agreed to have the patches sewn on for me. I had expected that she would, for an extra charge.  I bought three shirts, it was the same number which had been issued to me.

 "You know," the store's owner commented,  "I am forty two years old, and you are the first man I have seen in twenty years."

 I assessed her while she paused to collect her thoughts.  She was mildly attractive but definitely too old for me.  "I don't suppose you would be interested in breeding me?" she asked boldly.

 "I'm sorry, I don't do that.  There are a few of my friends who's ambition it was to be professional breeders.  I don't know how to get in touch with them, but I'm sure they will be hanging out at the bars," I informed her.

 "Oh no, I don't want a pro.  I would rather have someone who does it for fun.  Paying for it, just doesn't seem the same somehow," she admitted.

 "Would you answer a question for me?" I asked.

 "If I can," she agreed.

 "You grew up in the pre-plague world.  What was it like to have men around?" I asked.

 "It was damned sight different, that much I do remember.  I can remember making love with a man, while trying not to have a baby.  Now they tell us, any kind of birth control is illegal.  I seriously doubt they needed to make it illegal.  Most of the women I know would love to have a baby.  At least a girl baby," she said with a far away look in her eyes.

 "Do all women hate men that much?" I asked.

 "Not at all, it's just that the government takes the male children to the institute.  Nobody wants to have their child taken away." she said with finality in her voice.  She grew quiet for a long time then said, "your shirts will be ready tomorrow."

 I nodded as I turned to leave.  I caught the trolley back to my little apartment.  About the only women who had real cars were the cops, and the executives.  Probably ninety percent of the population rode the trolleys.  The cops needed cars, and the rich could afford them, so naturally they were the ones with the cars.  Even though cars were expensive, and inconvenient in the town, there were enough rich women to keep the streets congested.  I had been told, the traffic ticket most often issued, was for failing to yield right of way to the trolleys.  

 When I arrived home, I realized I had only two more days to get the old Byrd running again.  The Byrd was an automobile of sorts.  I had read enough history to know that by pre-plague standards, it was no more than a bad joke.  A woman in Denver had designed the small electric motor for the Byrd.  The body was a lightweight fiberglass affair.  The Byrd resembled a covered golf cart more than anything else.  The Byrd was popular with women who lived just outside of the towns.  It provided a means for them to get into town.  'For work or play, the Byrd's the way' so went their advertising.

 The only good thing about the electric motors, was that they seldom really broke down.  Most of the time, a new set of brushes was enough to make them operable again.  I had replaced both the brushes and the armature.  The motor was almost completely new.  Even though it had taken a couple of days, it had been worth it.  The next problem, and probably the worst, was finding batteries for the Byrd.  The parts store sold new batteries, and even a few rebuilt ones.  The cost of the batteries was unbelievably expensive.  Even the rebuilt ones would run a month's salary for a rookie cop.  

 The best I had been able to do was go to the battery recycling yard.  There with my test meter, I checked probably a couple of hundred batteries.  It wasn't hard to do, but it was time consuming.  I hoped to find a set some uninformed woman had traded.  With a little luck, I would find a whole set which had been traded at the same time.  In the set of ten batteries, usually only two or three burnt out at any given time.  The good ones were mixed with the batteries from the parts stores.  At a parts store, women tended to trade in only the individual worn out battery.  The clerks usually checked the batteries for a customer, so she generally knew which ones had gone bad.  Those customers would buy only one or two batteries at a time.  Consequently most of the batteries I tested were worn out.

 Onharge.  I charged them just enough to test the car.  I was a little surprised that it ran at all.  I had felt confident in my ability to repair the car, but I was still surprised.

 I set the Byrd up for a deep charge while I returned to the retail store for my shirts.  The trolley system was efficient, but time consuming.  Not so much in the speed that it traveled, as in all the stops it made.  It took me two hours to pick up the shirts from the store which was no more than five miles from my apartment.  Even with the Byrd's top end speed of twenty-five miles an hour, I would have cut that time to half an hour.

 Almost all the restaurants in town were on the trolley route, so I stopped for an early dinner before returning to the apartment.  The restaurant was supposed to be replica of a 1950's type drive-in restaurant.  I had some serious doubts about the menu.  With women running the world, there was very little beef on the menu.  The women seemed to have switched to mostly chicken and fish.  From what I had read of the pre-plague days, beef dominated the menus.  I knew I would have been more at home in those earlier days.  Maybe it was a genetic thing with  men, but I loved beef.  I ordered the very expensive hamburger sandwich.  Even though the cost was twice that of a chicken burger, the burger was worth every penny of it.  After dinner, I caught the next trolley home.  I noticed again the strange looks on the faces of the women.  I wasn't all that bothered anymore.  I was, after all, a cop.

 That particular evening was especially slow to pass.  I tried the TV, but as usual I quickly became bored with it.  I knew it had a lot to do with the way it showed men, still it lacked a certain amount of realism.  Instead of TV, I read one the books I had purchased at the used book store.  I usually stayed with the pre-plague era books, however that night I chose a mystery novel from the year before's best seller list.  

 I have to admit, the book had a certain charm.  That is, it would have if I had been a women.  I read current books on occasion. I did it to get some idea about how modern women saw themselves.  The books were very enlightening, even though I didn't really believe them.  I guessed that women had lost their second class citizen mentality rather quickly.  Especially when there were no men left to subtly dominate them.  The book I read that night failed to address that kind of question.  It was about a female detective and her bumbling male sidekick.  From having read pre-plague books, I knew that thirty years before, the roles in the book would have been reversed.  There were new stereotypes to replace the old stereotypes.

 I had been led to believe that those new stereotypes would now be applied to me.  I was going to be seen as that bumbling sidekick for a long time.  At least as long as the numerical balance was so one sided.  The population experts, who by the way were all women, predicted it would take a hundred years for the numbers to balance out.  According to them, the world's population would take one more drastic drop when the pre-plague era women all died.  After that it should begin to rebound.  At least in the United States.  In other countries it might never rebound.  Our Government had been more farsighted than most others.

 My generation consisted of only those children who were in the womb prior to the plague.  Not a single person on the planet had gotten pregnant from the time of the plague, until twelve to fourteen years later.  That happened only because the orphans began producing sperm. Therefore most of the women I came into contact with were older than me.  There just were no women under twenty-one years old.  There were little girls, but no young women in the population at that time.

 All of the mature women had been convinced I was good for only one thing.  I knew it was going to be an uphill battle to convince them otherwise.  Even the women my age pretty much had been brain washed into believing men were inept, spoilers of the world.  We were somehow blamed for the plague.  

 Before the plague, men had been the driving force in the world.  I expected it would be the same again one day.  It probably wouldn't happen in my lifetime, but I was sure it would happen.  I had no intention of leading the revolution, but I did want to begin laying the ground work for it.  I knew that I was one of a small minority of men who chose not to become professional breeders.  Life in the short run was going to be harder because of that choice.

 My alarm clock woke me at five a.m.  I showered, ate my cereal, then dressed by six.  I took the trolley to work, since I didn't quite trust the Byrd.  I sure as hell didn't want to be late on my first day.  Fortunately my apartment was located only a short distance from the neighborhood police station.  The early morning trolley ride took several minutes longer than it should have.  The electric trolley stopped on almost every corner, whether anyone waited there or not.  After I arrived, I waited outside the station for half an hour before reporting to duty.

 While I waited, groups of women in uniform began to arrive.  Some went directly inside, other stayed outside in the warm morning air.  Those who remained outside, arranged themselves into small groups of two or three.  I couldn't hear their conversations, but I expected I was the center of most discussions that morning.  Surely the Sergeant had informed them of their new rookie's sex.  I imagined there would be plenty of comments about me, or directed toward me in the future. The future came sooner than I would have liked.  

 "Hey Orph," one of the women said loudly.

 I turned toward a group of three women.  I had no idea which one of them had spoken to me.  "Just for the record, my name is Hank," I said with a smile.  I could see no advantage in upsetting them on the first day.  I also didn't intend to be called names.

 "Well Hank," a particularly muscular red head said,  "What are you doing here?  Surely you could make more money as a breeder."  The others joined her in laughter.

 "That's true.  The problem with being a professional breeder is, you can't choose who you breed,"  I said looking hard into her eyes.  The other women, who were just standing around laughed.  My would be tormentor didn't like that at all.

 "Is that supposed to be some kind of insult?" She asked.

 "I don't think so.  I think it was an answer to your question, but if you want to take it as an insult, there isn't much I can do about it," I said bracing myself for her assault.  It never came.

 "Come on Hank, we have to go in for roll call," a slightly older blond said defusing the situation.

 I followed her group of four women into the station.  When we reached the room filled with school desks, the blond turned to me.  "My name is Sherry, don't let Madge get you down.  She just needs someone to pick on, she'll get over it," Sherry said with a warm though condescending smile.

 "Thanks," I said, not really sure I liked her much either.  I expected her to put one in my back any moment.  It was a snap judgment, based on the paranoia instilled in me by the institute.

 I knew better than to take a seat.  I waited until all the others sat, then found a seat away from them all.  I knew the drill, if I had taken a seat someone would have confronted me by saying it was her seat.  As I moved from one seat to another, others would have joined in.  It was just a harassment technique, one I had been warned to avoid.

 The sergeant walked through the door, then went directly to the podium.  "Ladies, today is going to be a foot patrol day in the downtown." she said brightly.

 "So what else is new," one of the officers said aloud.

 "I'm glad you asked.  Instead of the usual eight foot patrol officers, we are going to have twelve."  There were moans from the assembled officers.  "There will be six patrol cars taking care of the real police work, while twelve of you participate in community relations.  Now here are the assignments,"  she said as she began reading off names.  

 She never did get to me.  I almost made the fatal mistake of calling attention to myself by asking.  Instead I waited.  At the end of the roll call, I approached her.  "So Sergeant, what am I going to do all day?" I asked.

 "You are going to ride with me.  On the first day, all rookies ride with the Sergeant," she said without any visible expression.  "I have things to do, so you just have a seat.  I will be back for you in a while."

 I took a desk on the front row as she walked from the room.  I sat patiently for over an hour.  I began to think she had forgotten me, but I knew better.  She was doing this to remind me of my place. I stayed calm, even though I knew it was petty harassment.  I did wish I had brought a book with me.  The time dragged for yet another hour.  The sergeant finally entered the room.

 "Okay Hank, let's ride," she said.

 I stood to follow her outside, without saying a word.  Once we were in the parking lot, she slipped into a car twice the size of my Byrd.  The Bear was not only larger, it was powered by a gasoline engine.  The gasoline engines were designated for cops and those fortunate enough to be able to afford them.  They carried a very heavy price tag, for both the car, and the gasoline.  

 We were half way through the town before she spoke at all.  Even then it was grudgingly.  "Our sector of the city is the northwest quarter.  To the south the border is Green Street.  To the east it is Main Street.  West and north it's the city limits signs."  she said.

 I nodded, not wanting to force the conversation.  I had plenty of questions, but I would just be damned if I were going to be a mouthy rookie.

 "The zone cars answer radio calls, during the day shift.  We usually run twelve zone cars and eight foot patrols.  Today is a little special, there is some kind of rally downtown  so we are adding a few more patrol woman to the foot beats.  Tomorrow you will be assigned a foot patrol beat," she informed me.  "If you run into anything, just call on the radio.  One of the zone cars will swing by to help you out.  I am going to put you with another officer for a while, just until you get familiar with how we do things," the Sergeant informed me. 

 I nodded again.

 "You do talk don't you?" she asked with a sarcastic smile.

 "Yes ma'am I talk," was my only reply.

 "Good, cops who don't talk, get hurt." she said shortly.

 She looped through our zone of coverage several times.  The conversation remained strictly business during the morning.  We stopped for lunch at a café well off the trolley line.  It was frequented by the women who worked in the factories around the small industrial neighborhood.  As usual I was the center of attention.  I could feel the hostility in the young women's stares.  I ignored them as best I could.

 The food was good and the prices were extremely low.  I expected the establishment gave cop discounts.  I left a large tip on the table as we stood to leave.  I noticed the sergeant gave me a rather unpleasant look when she noticed the bill resting beside the ashtray.

 We were seated in the car when she spoke again.  "You know, you don't have to tip the waitresses.  They really don't expect it from cops," the Sergeant said.

 "Sorry, I didn't know," I said.

 "Don't worry about it.  Just don't do it again," she said making it an order.  The conversation took on an ominous pause.  "This is a first for me, so I am going to just spit it out."

 "I wish you would.  I can tell there is something you have been wanting to say," I replied.

 "Since you are the first man on the department, at least in twenty years, the Chief went back to reread the old regulations about men and women working together.  She felt they were out of date, so she wrote a new set."  The Sergeant handed me a typed sheet of paper.  "Read that, if you have any questions, I will take them to the Captain." she informed me coldly.

 The memo pretty much said I could pretty much breed with anyone I wanted off duty, anyone that is, except another cop.  There were two things for which I would be fired instantly,  breeding on duty, or breeding another cop anytime.  I read the memo twice before I asked, "Do these same rules apply to all the cops or just me?" I asked.

 "They will apply to all the male cops, if we get anymore after you," she answered shortly.

 "So it's okay for two female cops to simulate breeding, but not for me to actually do it.  Is that about what this says?" I asked.

 "That's what the Chief says," the Sergeant informed me.

 "Since I have no desire to breed a cop, I can live with it.  You have to admit it seems a little extreme," I said.

 "The Captain explained it to me.  The Chief was afraid the officers would begin squabbling over you.  I can't imagine why." the sergeant said with a grin.

 "I have no idea what she might have been thinking," I said with the same grin as the sergeant.  She didn't much like that.

 The day ended at three.  I went right from the Sergeant's patrol car to the trolley stop.  I didn't even go inside the station.

 When I arrived home, I plugged the tiny cop radio into the wall current to charge it's plastic battery.  I then locked the pistol into the cabinet, on which I had installed a small hasp complete with padlock.  With everything secured for the next day, I went to check on my Byrd.  I noted with satisfaction that the 'low battery' warning light was out.  At least I didn't have to worry about running out of power without warning.  If the 'low battery' light had been inoperable it would have stayed lit, even with a full charge on the batteries.

 I took the Byrd for a short spin around the town.  I drove it almost an hour before the warning light began it's slow blinking.  The blinking would increase until it was a solid light, at which time, I had better be within a few blocks of home, or a charging station.  I vowed to never allowed it to reach the rapid blinking stage, let alone the solid light stage.

 When I arrived home, I attached it in the slow charge mode, then went into the drugstore.  I found the owner behind the pharmacy counter.  She was busy with an older customer so I waited.

 "Well hello Hank, how goes the cops?" she asked a few minutes later.

 "Okay, I guess."  I paused for a second, then went on.  "I tested the Byrd and it runs fine.  I just wanted to let you know that I hooked it to the charger again." I said.

 "Then I guess I should add the thirty a month to the apartment rent?" she asked.

 "I think it will keep running for a while, so sure add the charging fee to the rent.  I am going to leave the first month's fee with Lucy," I suggested.  Lucy was the cashier for the drugstore.

 "Sure, just be sure to tell her what it is," The owner said.  

 Before I walked to the front of the store, I took a moment to really look at the owner.  She was a woman in her mid thirties and very attractive.  She like most of the office workers and retail women had managed to remain feminine.  A feat most of the cops, and a lot of the laboring workers had been unable to manage.  That particular class had become more coarse.  I guessed that was as fair a way to describe the difference as any.  I do not mean to imply that some women had taken on men's characteristics, but the trappings of the new world required some kind of class distinctions.

 For instance secretaries wore dresses, executives wore suits.  Most of the suits had pants, not skirts.  Women who roofed houses, wore jeans and tee shirts, but women who worked in retail stores wore skirts and blouses.  The dress had more to do with their occupation than their sex.  The new world might have been a sexless society, but it was far from a classless society.  There were bars that catered to the executive class, bars for the middle class, and bars for the working class.  In almost every way, society had maintained itself without much change from the pre-plague days.  Sure there were only women, but the structure of the society hadn't really changed all that much.  

 I have to admit, that during those long days in the institute, I had read an awful lot about the pre-plague days.  Many of the things I found outside the institute had surprised me.  For instance, a great deal of the women still wore makeup.  It was hard to understand, since there were no men to impress.  Most even wore bras, I know in most cases it was a comfort thing.  The comfort did not explain why a woman would wear a wire framed bra.  It certainly had nothing to do with impressing nonexistent men.  I expected even in the old days it had been less about sexism, than the women's libbers of the seventies and eighties would have liked for women to believe.  I expect even then their discomfort was more about self esteem, than men's domination of the society.

 In any event, women tended to fall into two groups after the plague.  Those who still maintained their looks, as though someone really cared, and those who did not.  The ones who did not, seemed to fall mostly into the lower classes of the work force.  Which included the cops as well as the construction workers types.

 "Is there something else?" The owner asked with a smile.

 "No, I was just lost in thought for a moment.  I guess I better run," I said to cover my embarrassment.  The owner simply nodded.

 On the news that night, the lead story was about a breeder being beaten by an unhappy customer.  It seems the breeder refused to defend himself.  The woman got five years for the crime.  When the story finished, the two women commentators began.  "Well Mary, that seems like an awfully long time in jail.  I mean the man was hardly injured at all.  Just a couple of bruises," The blonde commentator said.

 "I know, it does seem the judge was a little tough on the woman.  I asked the Judge about it later.  The Judge explained she had to send a message.  Men are just too important to our survival, to allow them to be intentionally injured.  She went on to explain, though she didn't approve of breeding for money, the men had to be protected, if we were going to survive as a race."

 "Still, it does seem a little unfair," The blonde said.

 "I know, but even the breeders are required to donate to the sperm bank.  One donation can impregnate up to four women." Mary said dutifully.

 "I guess, well on to more important things," the blonde said moving on to a story about schools.

 "Life on the outside was certainly going to be interesting," I said aloud to the empty apartment.   Dinner that night consisted of a microwave pizza.  Only slightly better than the box which had held it.  The communicator I had installed as a condition of my employment rang.

 "Yes," I said simply.

 "Ma'am, my name is Gina and I am calling to invite you to join our growing number of satisfied customers.  My company is responsible for the lowering of your communicator rates.  I would like to offer you the opportunity to receive our special rate on long distance service."

 "I'm sorry Gina, I don't know anyone to call long distance, so I wouldn't be interested," I said.

 "Thank you anyway ma'am," she said.

 I certainly hoped being mistaken for a woman wasn't something likely to happen often. I supposed I could grow a mustache.  I didn't suppose it would help much since some of the women had mustaches.  Maybe a full beard, I thought.  That would be all right, if I were a mechanic, but I didn't think the cops would allow it.  I would just have to count on my body to distinguish me.  There were some women as tall as my five feet eleven inches, but only a few were as tall and muscular as men.

 Maybe it wouldn't be a problem, since men had been making the news almost daily since the first releases six months earlier.  We may have been only a handful, but we seemed to have created quite a stir.  Lately there seemed to be a man's face on the news every night.  It was too bad that the last time had been the beating incident.  I returned to my book for a couple of hours before the communicator rang again.  

 "Yes," I said.

 "I see you finally got a communicator," the warm female voice said.  I recognized the voice and it immediate created a mind picture of the owner.  A woman closing in on forty, with long hair the color of a mouse.  Behind the thick glasses, were two startling green eyes.  She was a trim woman without that sickly look some thin women have about them.

 "Doctor Lewis, how very good to hear from you," I said honestly.

 "I just called to see how the adjustment was coming," she admitted.

 "I spent my first day as a cop today," I replied.

 "So, was it all you had expected?" she asked.

 "No, but I hope tomorrow will be better.  They had me riding with the  Sergeant today." I admitted.

 "Don't worry, if things get too tough, you have the government on your side," she said.

 "I certainly hope that won't be necessary," I replied.

 "Me too," she said.  "So how about we have lunch one day."

 The lunch invitation was her way of scheduling an appointment.  She was subtle if nothing else.  "Sure, but it will have to be after I finish the day tour," I replied.

 "How about making it dinner then," she said.  "Tomorrow would be really good for me."

 "Okay, what time would you want to do it?" I asked.

 "How about my place at six.  I have never cooked for a man before," she said with a laugh.

 "Sure," I agreed.  I knew where she lived, since it was also her office.  The same office  where I had been counseled for the last six months.  Prior to our release the government had begun pushing us out into society.  I expect the idea was to familiarize us with the world outside our walls.  Prior the last six months, Doctor Lewis had always come to the institute for my counseling sessions.

 "Well, I will see you then," she said.

 "Right, good-bye," I said as I returned the communicator to it's cradle.

 I had delayed putting the communicator in, now I knew why.  Two calls on the very first day it was in the house.  It was really a bad sign.  I really didn't have any desire to make friends or be bothered by people in general.  Privacy was the one thing the institute lacked.  There were either other orphans or matrons around continually.

  I fell asleep that night reading in bed.  I woke with a start at the sound of the alarm clock buzzing.  It took me a moment to remember where I was. Then a moment longer to remember what I was supposed to do that day.  I showered, then dressed quickly.  I stood while I ate my cereal, and drank my coffee.  I quickly washed the bowl, before I hurried down to the Byrd.  The little car began moving without even a moment's hesitation.

 I made it to the station with almost an hour to spare.  I sat in the Byrd with my old paper back, reading about the pre-plague days.  I watched as the patrol cars began returning from the night shift.  The large, fast zone cars were mixed with an equal number of black Byrds.  The Byrds, I knew were for patrolling the industrial areas.  The slow quiet cars were ideal for slipping up on burglars.  Women seemed to be into about all the crimes that men had perpetrated before the plague.  They had even found a way to perpetrate rape on each other.

 I stayed in my car until the day shift arrived, then followed the other cops into the station.  I followed them inside, but I kept my distance.  I arrived in the squad room, only after all of them were seated.  I listened to the half whispered comments, as I took my seat in the rear.  The giggles didn't stop until the Sergeant came into the room.

 "Okay girls, today we are back to the regular beat schedule.  The following officers will patrol the downtown on foot," she began reading off the names.  When she finished she added, "Anders, today you will have the rookie with you."

 "Come on Sarge have a heart?" Anders begged.

 "Anders this is not up for discussion.  You are going to take Officer Bird with you, that is all there is to it." she said.

 "You have all the luck," one of the other officers said with a giggle.

 "Hey, Bird is one of us.  I don't want to hear any more crap from any of you." the Sergeant said as she returned to reading the assignments.

 Anders was a large woman, tall and thick.  She was heavy boned and walked with a swagger that could have been mistaken as a challenge.  She was also by far the most verbal of the women.  After the meeting, I hung back waiting for her to approach.  I was close enough to listen as she told her friends, "If this asshole can't cut it, I don't care if he is a man, I am going to kick his ass all over main street.  I am not about to get my ass killed, just because he is afraid to hit a woman."

 Anders knew I overheard her, she obviously didn't care.  I expected that it was her intent that I hear.  When she finished her conversation, she turned to me.  "Well Officer Bird, lets get to work." she said.

 I nodded, then followed her out the door.  We each picked up a citation book from the desk sergeant.  We were standing on the steps of the station when she asked. "Do you have any idea how we are going to get to our beat?"

 "None, I suppose the same way you got to it yesterday," I suggested.

 "Exactly, how might that be?" she asked.

 "Look Anders, if this is some kind of game don't bother, there are no other women around to impress.  You sure as hell don't impress me." I said angrily.

 She smiled for a moment, then asked, "You are a feisty little guy, aren't you?"

 "Not at all, but I just don't intend to take your shit.  You can and will talk about me behind my back, but you are not going to insult me to my face," I said.

 "What are you going to do about it, cry to the Sergeant?" she asked.

 "No, I am going to force you to kick my ass everyday until you stop doing it," I said with a grin.

 It took her a moment to understand, but when she did, she laugh coarsely.  "Okay Bird, we catch a ride with one of the zone cars.  I usually like to ride with Lucy, but she has already gone.  So let's go to the parking lot and catch a ride with the next cop leaving.

 The next car was driven by a woman named Smittie.  Smittie was in her late thirties and seemed to be curious about me.  She stared but didn't speak.  I waited for a rude remark, but none came.

 When we began walking our beat I asked Anders, "Why do all the women over forty look at me so strangely?"

 "No one told you?" Anders asked.  After I shook my head she continued.  "Most of us were too young to remember what the world was really like with men around.  The women around forty were almost grown when the plague hit.  They can remember their fathers, but more importantly some of them had boyfriends.  Some of them and most of the women over fifty had been breed.  Sometimes I hear them talk.  Some thought it was great, and others say it was just so, so." she said with a smile.

 "So seeing me reminds them of their loss?" I asked.

 "Or their gaining of freedom," she said trying to make sure I understood, the plague had been both a tragedy and a blessing to women.

 "I guess I can see that," I admitted.

 "Good, then maybe we will get along after all," she said.

 "So tell me this, why are we walking a foot beat?" I asked.  "It can't be a very efficient way to patrol."

 "Public relations, the downtown merchants like for us to show the uniform.  They think it cuts down on the shoplifting and the robberies." she said.

 "Does it?" I asked.

 "I have no idea," she replied with a smile.

 We walked around our six block area until lunch.  During that time, I wrote a couple of tickets to drivers who had parked their cars in the trolley stop areas.  It was the only thing I saw out of the ordinary.  We stopped for lunch at a small deli.  The food was really good, since the deli specialized in real beef and pork.  I again noticed the price for our lunch was much lower than for the other diners.  I also noticed that Anders left no tip.  I dropped a dollar on the table, only when I was sure she couldn't see.

 We walked up and down the streets until two.  A call came over the radio advising us that a fight was in progress in a pool hall on our beat.  Anders took off at a dead run.  I followed behind, trying not to pass her or fall behind.  

 The owner was standing outside the pool hall door when we arrived.  She spoke in rapid Spanish, as she pointed us into the building.  Anders entered with me right behind.  The first thing I noticed, even before the women fighting, was the cool darkness of the room.  Even at two in the afternoon, the room was as dark as night, and cold as a morgue.  That quick impression was quickly over ridden by the noise.  Most of the customers cheered the four woman locked in, what seemed on first glance to have been mortal combat.

 One woman held another in a headlock.  The woman on top was hitting the women being held, squarely in the face.  Anders grabbed the woman on top, then pulled her away from her bloody victim.  The victim collapsed onto the floor.

 I watched all of it from the corner of my eye, as I tried to separate the other two struggling women.  When I had them apart, one of them took a good look at me.  I watched as the recognition made it into her alcohol soaked brain.

 "You're a man, I ain't gonna' let no stinkin' man arrest me."  At that moment the fight got out of hand.  Not only did I have her to deal with, but the second woman in the fight joined her.  The first woman threw a drunken punch at me.  I moved inside it quickly, then grabbed her by the throat.  I forced her against the wall.

 "Look out," Anders shouted to me.

 I saw the second woman coming at me.  I couldn't release the one I held against the wall, so I took her first blow on my shoulder.  I managed to remove the tear gas sprayer from my belt before she struck me again.  The stream of liquid tear gas hit her dead in the face.  She stopped, shook her head, then slid to the floor.  I quickly returned my attention to the struggling woman pinned against the wall.  Since Anders had her hands full, I called for an ambulance and a zone car to transport the prisoners.  The zone car arrived first.  The additional officers helped us complete the arrest.  We charged all the women with affray right on the scene.  After things got under control, I asked the owner, "What started the fight.

 "The one with the bloody nose made a pass at the one you gassed.  The one you gassed must have been the girlfriend of the one who bloodied the nose of the one who made the pass.  The two of them ganged up on the first woman, so one of the other customers joined in to even the odds.  It was a hell of a fight," the owner said with a grin.  It was easy to smile now that the mini war had ended.

 "It's a good thing you called us when you did.  Somebody might have gotten killed," Anders commented.

 As Anders and the owner talked, I could feel the animosity of the crowd.  At first I thought it was directed to me as a man.  I listened closer to the comments and came to understand it was toward the cops in general.  Not that I got away clean, there were plenty of comments about me in particular.  If I had doubted it before, I knew at that moment.  I was going to have a really hard time as a cop.

 As Anders and I walked to the zone car she said, "Don't let that crap bother you.  You did just fine in there."

 "Thanks, you did pretty well yourself," I replied.

 "Pretty well hell, I kicked that dyke's butt," she said with a grin.  Even though the word dyke was never used at the institute, I knew what she meant.

 Our day ended at the station filling out reports, while drinking really bad vending machine coffee.  Anders charged them not only with the fight, but with assaulting us.  Since I wasn't hurt, I knew it was to protect me from being sued.  Since I was the first man on the force, no one wanted to take a chance on me having to go to trial for brutality.

 When I left the station, I folded the solar panel, then replaced it in the Byrd's small storage compartment.  When I turned on the Byrd, I found the battery fully charged.  For the next ten minutes, I maneuvered it between the slower trolleys.  Even though the Byrd had a full charge when I left the station, I plugged it to the charger while I went into the apartment.  I was home and in the shower twenty minutes after my shift ended.  

 I killed about an hour watching the TV news.  Nothing much caught my interest, so I had no problem leaving it to head toward Doctor Lewis' apartment.  When I arrived, I again marveled at how the Doc. could afford to live with the executives.  The building was at least ten stories high.  I had been told, by someone at the institute, that it had once been a fancy hotel.  After the plague, it had been converted to apartments for the executives.  Some still lived in houses, but most preferred to live in the high rise.

 The older pre-plague houses and apartments were much in demand.  Very few women had opted for the newer all plastic houses, spewing from prefab plants in the midwest.  The new houses were more energy efficient, but appeared more like mushrooms than houses.  With the population about to shrink, it looked as though the plants might be forced out of business soon.

 I entered into the fancy lobby, then searched for the elevator.  No matter how many times I had been inside the building, I could never remember where the elevators were placed.  I expect it was due both, to the change of the lobby decorations monthly, and the fact that the management tried to hide them.   I found them, hidden behind some fancy oriental screen, I entered and pushed the seventh floor button.  When the door opened again, I walked down the hall to Doctor Lewis' door.  I had been in this building at different times of day over the last few months, but I had never seen anyone in the halls.  I had met employees from time to time, but never had I seen any other resident, not even in the lobby.  I found that strange.  I had always meant to ask Doctor Lewis about it.  I could never seem to remember to ask her.  She always dominated the conversations in her apartment/office.  I just seemed to follow along with her line of thought and forgot all about my question until I was again in her hallway.

 When she answered the door, she wasn't wearing her usual business suit.  Instead she was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a sweatshirt.  The shirt had writing on it, but I couldn't read it.  The words were in some foreign language.  I didn't even have a clue as to the language, let alone the individual words.

 "Hi, Hank, come on in," Doctor Lewis said.

 "Thanks, you sure look different without your suit," I commented.

 "You don't mind the jeans do you?" she asked with a smile.

 "Not at all," I replied, thinking she seemed a lot less formal than usual.

 "Since you are no longer a patient, I thought you might forgive the let down in professional standards," she informed me again smiling.

 "Oh, I thought this was a counseling session," I said.

 "It is, but just as one friend to another.  Our professional relationship ended when you left the institute," she explained.

 "Oh, then I don't have to bare my soul to you?" I asked with a hopeful smile.

 "No, from now on you can tell me only what you want.  You can also ask the questions if you like," she suggested with a grin.

 "This might be a lot more fun than the other sessions," I admitted.

 "I hope so, I want you to come here because you want to come.  Not because it is something the government forces you to do," she admitted.

 "So, I don't even have to come back.  I mean, I am not being required to attend these sessions?" I asked.

 "That's right, you are free to come and go as you please," she agreed.  She paused while I thought that one over.  "Since that is out of the way, I have to tell you I am a lousy cook."

 "Does that I mean, I don't get dinner after all?" I asked.

 "No, it means you get a terrible lasagna, served with a pretty good salad." she said with a broad smile.

 "Whatever it is has to be better than microwave dinners," I informed her.

 "Would you like a drink before dinner?" She asked.

 "No thanks, I drove over.  I can't afford a driving drunk charge," I explained.

 "Fair enough, I have some pretty good iced tea," she offered.

 "That would be fine.  So tell me, do you continue counseling all the orphans or am I special?" I asked.

 "I think, that is a question I shouldn't answer.  At least not for a while," she said.

 "You said I could ask anything?" I reminded her.

 "Yes, but I didn't say I would answer.  Some questions are better left unanswered." she informed me as she disappeared into the kitchen.

 When she returned a moment later, she brought two glasses of iced tea.  I accepted the one she held to me.  I nodded my thanks.  It was actually very good iced tea.

 "So how goes it with the cops?" she asked.

 "It's going to be tough, but you warned me that it would be," I admitted.

 "Try to understand, it has been twenty years since they saw a real man.  The only things some of them know about men, comes from the propaganda films.  The Government made some pretty horrible films right after the plague," she admitted.

 "I have heard about them.  Why did they do it anyway?" I asked.

 "The idea was to demystify men and their role in society.  The women in charge of the country, had to make the others understand that they could do anything needed to get the country working again.  The films were just to help the women over the loss of their men." she explained.

 "What did they plan to do when men began to reenter the work force?" I asked.

 "Frankly when they made those films, they weren't concerned with a problem twenty years down the road.  They were worried about women getting to work, so they could feed themselves.  Then it became, 'put the country back on it's feet'.  After that they succumbed to the seduction of power.  One thing the women of this country could do was organize.  As far as I know, we were the only country to institutionalize the remaining men.  Because of that, we have the largest population of any nation on earth.  Some of the countries have no third generation babies.  At least not enough to mention.  Our population is going to take a nose dive, hell it has already begun, but nothing like the rest of the world."

 "Is it really that bad?" I asked.

 "Some of the countries tried to clone children, it worked pretty well, but it is expensive and very, very difficult.  For every viable child, there were at least twenty miscarriages.  Worst of all, you don't get any men that way.  With artificial insemination, we get almost ninety five percent success.  We are even getting forty-five percent males from insemination.  With the latest techniques, we can get five or six kid from every donation.  Even better with some of you." she informed me.

 "So, we aren't going to take as large a beating as some countries," I said.

 "True, but we can't let up.  We have to keep the program going," she said.

 "So tell me this, who decided which women will have children?" I asked.

 "Any woman who applies, if she is physically and mentally sound, can be considered," Doctor Lewis explained.

 "That sounds real good on paper, but I expect there was more to it than that," I suggested remembering the gifts I had received from the mothers of my children.

 "True, there have been some abuses," she admitted.

 "Like what?" I asked.

 "Rich or powerful women, made their way to the top of the list.  Of course it really didn't matter.  The idea was to have babies, the identity or position of the mother was immaterial," she said.

 "I'll bet if you say that three times real fast, somebody would believe it," I said sarcastically.

 "I know, in a democratic society it shouldn't have been that way, but it was," she said.

 "So do the rich and powerful give up their sons to the state?" I asked.

 "That's why the abuses stopped.  The first round of mothers refused.  There were a couple of exceptions made, then their friends who didn't get pregnant, or were too old to bare children, started to raise hell about the special treatment.  So it ended."  She paused to go into the kitchen for more tea.

 "That is until now," she said after her return.  "The only reason you guys were allowed to leave, was so that the rich and powerful could start having babies again."

 "I'm afraid I don't understand?" I admitted.

 "The government can only control the children it helped to create.  In other words if a woman gets pregnant on her own, she can keep the baby.  It doesn't matter what the sex of the child," she explained.

 "Doctor Lewis do you mean, the idea was for all the twenty-one year old men to become professional breeders?" I asked.

 "Call me Lois, since we aren't professionally involved. That was what we expected," she said.

 "Okay Lois, you mean they never intended for any of us to work at the jobs we were trained to do?" I asked.

 "It doesn't matter whether you do or not.  If you want to become a professional breeder, no one is going to say a word.  As a matter of fact, you will make a lot more money and be a lot safer.  The government would actually prefer that you do just that." she said looking at the floor.

 "So what happens, if I choose to stay were I am?" I asked.

 "Then Hank, you get all the breaks the government can provide.  They can't do much about the attitudes of the other cops, but they can make sure there is no official discrimination," she said.

 "And if I choose to never breed?" I asked.

 "That is a choice you have to make for yourself.  They expect you to breed a certain amount, with or without their sanction.  The government figures there will be enough women throwing themselves at you, so that you will just give in to it.  Actually they expected you to have bred already," she said.

 It took me a second to figure it out, but I suddenly knew.  "You are telling me all this, because you were ordered to tell me," I said positively.

 "Yes, I was told to have this meeting with you.  The government wants you to breed.  They would like for you to do it because you want to, but if not they will begin requiring you to donate again," she said sadly.

 "Do you mean, they will take me back to the institute?" I asked.

 "I don't think they will go that far.  Probably just require a weekly donation," she informed me.

 "I have already agreed to that," I suggested.

 "Yes, but they can require you to actually do it.  They can send a car to your door every Sunday morning then take you to the center.  They can treat you the same as the professional breeders," she admitted.

 "So how are they going to know whether I am breeding or not?" I asked.

 "They are going to know," she said absolutely.

 "I guess that tells me something," I said.  It told me to watch what I said and did in my own apartment.  Big brother was indeed watching me.

 "Hank it gets worse," she said.

 "I don't see how.  For years they told us not to breed with anyone.  Now you tell me, I better breed or else." I said.

 "That was to keep your sperm count up while they were taking donations.  Now that you are out, they want you to impregnate as many women as you possibly can," she admitted.

 "What about the home and family bit.  You know, the ideal they kept talking about in the institute?" I asked.

 "That's the part that gets worse," she said sadly.

 "So, let me have it all?" I begged.

 "There have been no opposite sex marriages in twenty years.  The government is going to make it the official policy.  The president will announce it next week.  She is going to tell the women, that you men are a natural resource like air, no one has a right to own the air," Lois said sadly.

 "So I can never get married?" I asked.

 "At least, not until the policy changes." she admitted.  "It might change in a few years."

 "How about living with a woman?" I asked.

 "Anyone staying in your home more than three days will be arrested.  They are going to pass a special federal law," she said.

 "God this just keeps getting better and better," I said.

 "You might as well hear the worst of it." she said with her eyes locked on a rather bad painting.  "They are modifying the old rape laws."

 "Don't tell me, instead of twenty years for rape, you get twenty dollars," I said with disgust.

 "Close, the government will only prosecute rape, if there is an injury.  If anyone gets raped and there is no physical injury involved, there is no foul," she said.

 "Cute, just how the hell is that possible?" I asked.

 "Let me put it this way, you should be real careful about accepting drinks from strangers," she said.  "There are a couple of wicked drugs out there."

 "You mean to tell me, anybody can drug me, then breed with me, and there is nothing I can do about it?" I asked.

 "Not unless you have an injury.  Now if they kill you, or maim you, they are going to jail for life," she said.

 "God, that's comforting," I said. "I guess, It isn't really all that surprising, I have never did own my own body."

 "I know, it shouldn't be that way," she said.  "But some things are more important than an individual's rights."

 "If you don't mind, I think I will pass on the dinner.  I have suddenly lost my appetite," I admitted.

 "I don't blame you for wanting to pass on my cooking, but we have to finish this little talk before I can let you leave," she said.

 "I thought, I was free to come and go as I pleased?" I asked.

 "You are, after we finish this conversation. At least as free as you will ever be," she said.

 "Which seems less and less all the time," I said angrily.

 "I know it seems that way, but believe me, the good of the country has to come first," she said repeating the government's line.  "Not only do they want you to breed, they want you to be especially good at it," she said.

 "What does that mean?" I asked.

 "It mean, you are to learn all the tricks the professional breeders use." she said.

 "You have to be kidding," I said.

 "Not at all, we have to create a new mystique about men.  We have to convince women, on the grass roots level, that they should want you back into their society.  Believe me there is a lot of resentment about letting you guys loose," she said.  "When a woman gets bred for real, we want her to tell her friends what a wonderful experience it was.  The older women remember and their memories have some weight, but we want new stories going around."

 "Why the hell did you wait until now to spring this one me?  Why didn't you do it when I was at the institute?" I asked.

 "Frankly, we are making this up as we go along.  I know it is a lot to digest, but it is important, all of it," she said.

 "So, who is going to be teaching this particular course?" I asked.

 "Actually I am," she said.

 "So, I am not free to come and go as I please.  I am going to be back on the string again," I said.

 "No, this isn't a long term course.  It should last about five hours, when it is over, you never have to see me again.  I hope we can stay friends, but the course has to be taught whether we are friends or not," she said firmly.  Neither of us spoke for a few minutes while her information sank into my brain.  Suddenly she said, "Why don't you have the dinner?  I actually did go to a lot of trouble to prepared it for you."

 "Why, so you can say you fed me, before you bred me," I said cuttingly.

 "Please Hank, don't make this any more difficult than it has to be," she said.

 "How difficult does it have to be?" I asked.

 "Not difficult at all, just calm down and listen," she said with her doctor's voice.

 "Okay, dinner first then lessons," I said.

 As she promised dinner was only one step above a microwave dinner.  The conversation was pretty much nonexistent.  I used the time over dinner to think.  I was going to be in a lot of trouble it appeared.  After dinner she lectured me about women since the plague.  I realized for the first time that nothing had been written about their real lives.  I mean the books all told the story of the reconstruction of the country, but nothing about their personal lives.  At least, none of the books I had been shown at the institute.  

 Lois had a few books, ones I had never seen.  Some of them were even published by the Government.  Lesbianism had pretty much swept the world as everyone expected.  Just because there were no men, didn't mean women were starved for either affection or sex.  There were other forms of sex, but none as prevalent as lesbianism.  Those bits of information came from the government books.

 Most of the books were pretty general, almost embarrassed in tone.  There were however two notable exceptions.  Neither of the detailed books was published by the Government.  One was called, 'A Woman's Handbook to Women'.  The other one was titled, 'Inside Molly'.  Between the two of them, there was a great deal of very detailed information.  Those two were anything but embarrassed in tone.  Both books were written by lesbians who seemed proud and defiant.  I was amazed even, in the quick scan of them, just how detailed they really were.

 "You are going to have to be able to do everything better than the women," Lois said.  "Some of the information isn't relevant, since you have different equipment," she said.

 "That's good, I doubt I could physically do some of these things," I said.

 "Which ones?" Lois asked in a professional voice.

 "I don't think it is possible for me to breed the number of times mentioned in this book," I said pointing to a section which described several hours of constant breeding.

 "That is probably an exaggeration.  However there are some things you can do to help yourself in that respect," she said handing me a small plastic box.

 I opened the box to find an elastic band approximately one inch wide, with Velcro strips on either end.  "Now what the hell is this?" I asked.

 "Here read this," she said handing me a pamphlet.  "It explains everything."

 I left her apartment at midnight.  Fortunately there had been no hands on training involved.  I expect the offer was there, somewhere hidden in the hours of lectures.  I just couldn't bring myself to even consider breeding the one person who had heard all my secrets. Besides I was more embarrassed than turned on.

 I didn't even look at the material when I arrived home.  I was exhausted, so bed was my only concern.  I did dream about all of it.  In my dreams, I was a watcher not a participant.  Fortunately my alarm clock woke me before I joined in the fun.

 With the Byrd seemingly dependable, I slept an hour later.  I still managed to arrive a half hour before roll call.  I again stayed in my Byrd until just before time to assemble.  I walked into the building and then into the roll call room.  As had been the case every morning there were catcalls and rude comments.  I was a little surprised that Anders didn't come to my defense.  I guessed that it would have been expecting too much.  I knew she had her own reputation to consider.  Defending a man wouldn't be a very popular move.

 I was assigned to Officer Timmons for that day's patrolling.  Timmons and I spent the entire day walking from one store to another.  Timmons tried to stay off the sidewalk as much as possible.  She preferred the air conditioning of the department stores to the sweltering heat of the concrete sidewalks.  We didn't get a call all day, which she assured me was the normal coarse of events on foot patrol.  It was just about as boring as anything I could ever have imagined.

 I was ambushed at the station when Timmons and I returned.  The Channel Eight news team was waiting outside.  The young new woman wanted to interview me.  I refused until the Captain interceded on her behalf.  The Captain pulled me aside, then informed me, it would be good for the department's public image.

 "So?" the petite blonde asked. "What's it like being the first male police officer?"

 "I wouldn't know, I am just the first one in twenty years.  There was a time when all the cops were men," I informed her.

 "Yes, but that was before the emancipation.," she said trying to rescue her interview.

 "I come to work, I walk my beat, and I go home.  Just the same as any other cop." I said.

 "The word I get is that the other cops are giving you a hard time," she said.

 "No more than any other rookie would receive," I lied.

 "That's not how my source tells it?" she asked.

 "Then why don't you interview your source?" I asked.

 "You aren't being very helpful," she said sharply.

 "Lady, I'm a cop.  I am not a news person. I don't make up the news, I just tell it like it is," I said.

 "We don't make up the news," she said defending herself.

 "Well then, in this case you must be simply misinformed.  As far as I am concerned, there is no problem at this station," I said as I turned to walk away.  As I expected, that bit never made it to the TV.

 I was home drinking a beer when the call came.  "Byrd, I wanted to compliment you for not rolling over on your partners," the voice said.

 "There was nothing to say," I lied.  I did it because I didn't know who was on the communicator or who was listening.  Since my conversation with Doctor Lewis, I was positive the apartment was bugged.

 "So tell me, are the women getting to you?" the voice asked.

 "I don't know what you are talking about," I said.

 "Good for you," the voice said as the communicator went dead.

 "Now who the hell was that?" I wondered aloud.  The answer came twenty minutes later when the blonde news woman showed up at my door.

 "Hi, no cameras," she said as she pushed past me.

 "Please come in," I said as I closed the door.  "What can I do for you?"

 "I want to talk to you about the changes in the law," she said.

 "Why in the world would you want to talk to me about the law.  I have absolutely nothing to do with any changes in the law.  I am just a rookie cop," I said.

 "I wanted to get your reaction as a man," she said.

 "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked.  Surely the changes Lois had told me about weren't already in force.

 "There is a rumor floating around that the government is going to temporarily ban different sex marriages.  Something to do with supply and demand, I expect," she said.

 "This is the first I heard of it," I lied.

 "So how do you feel about that?" she asked.

 "I'll let you know when it happens," I said.

 "Okay, how about this one.  They are planning to change the rape laws." she said.

 "There hasn't been more than a dozen rape prosecution in Greenpoint over the last twenty years.  Why would they need to change the laws now?" I asked.  "Surely they don't think a handful of men are going to go around raping all the women?" I asked.

 "No, but they think women may begin raping men," she said.

 "Now how the hell would they accomplish that?" I asked.

 "How about with Biomide," she suggested.

 "What the hell is Biomide?" I asked.

 "Come on, you can't be that stupid?" she demanded.

 "Sure I can," I suggested.

 "Biomide is a tranquilizer," she said.

 "Why the hell would a woman want to give a man a tranquilizer.  That seems to me, to be counter productive," I suggested.

 "Well it wouldn't be.  Biomide has a rather interesting side effect.  It was invented to relax women during their period.  It was supposed to fool the brain into thinking the body was still producing hormones, just as if she were half way through her cycle.  It worked too well.  The women who take them swear they get the same urges as when they ovulate.  In other words their brains tells them they need to breed.  Since there was no one to breed with, it didn't matter much.  The women just did whatever they were doing as a breeding substitute,"  She informed me.

 "So what?" I asked, trying to sound uninterested.

 "So nothing, at least not until the college girls started complaining that other students were slipping them into liquor.  It seems other students wanted to stimulate them into having sex.  The beauty of Biomide is that you are, more or less, a willing participant.  Not like the old days when the victim was just a lump," she said.

 "If what you say is true, women have to watch those things." I said.

 "Yeah, well the problem is that they work just as well on men.  Biomide isn't a synthetic hormone, it stimulates the production of hormones.  It also works on men and damned quickly, I am told," she said.

 "Now how the hell do you know all this?" I asked.

 "I have a friend in the government.  The point is yesterday Biomide suddenly became nonprescription drug.  Anybody can buy it across the counter," she said.  She paused only a moment before going on. "Does that give you any ideas?"

 "No, but I'm sure it gives you some," I said shortly.

 "Not that kind, what I am thinking is the Government wants women to have access to the means to force other people into breeding.  I presume the idea is to force you men into having more sex than you would otherwise choose to have," she said.

 "That's ridiculous," I said knowing it wasn't ridiculous at all.

 "Tell me why it is ridiculous?" she demanded.

 "First of all, the idea of a drug like that is ludicrous.  Secondly only a handful of women are going to know about it.  Last, but not least, people aren't going to begin to take advantage of other people, just because they can.  It's like guns, our society is full of them, but there are very few murders," I said.

 "Here," she said handing me a small white pill.

 "What is it?" I asked.

 "You know what it is.  Let's see if it works.  If it doesn't, then you are right and I am wrong.  If it does, the news story I am going to run tonight will be right on target.  If it doesn't, then I will drop the story," she said.

 "So, you are going to tell all the women who see your news show about the pill?" I asked.

 "I am, because there was a national news story about it this afternoon.  There will be another one tonight and again tomorrow night.  The government wants women to know about this.  You are about to become a target," she said with a vicious smile.  

 "Women won't use this, even if it does work," I said.

 "Sure they will.  The Government has already told them they will not be punished in anyway.  So it's going to happen," she said.  "Take the pill and let's see if it works."

 "At least tell me your name, just in case this works," I said with a sick grin.

 "Emily," she said handing me the pill.  "Don't move, I'm going to get you a glass of water."  I watched her walk into my kitchen area.  Emily was only a couple of years older than me.  She was rather small even for a woman.  

 She returned with a glass of water.  She watched very closely while I swallowed the pill.  For the next twenty minutes, I ducked questions.  I had to give Emily credit, she never let up on me.  

 It began with a tightness in my gut.  My brain began telling me it was time for me to do something, I just wasn't quite sure what.  I began to sweat.  Emily noticed my problem.

 "You are sweating and have a noticeable bulge in your trousers.  I would say it is working quite well.  Now if I did this," she said as she moved to kiss me deeply.  I was suddenly lost.  The urges were not all that new, just a lot more intense than I had ever felt.  Worse of all Emily was warm and demanding.

 Any hope resisting I might have had was swept away by the urges of my body.  Even worse were the years of being taught to obey women.  I mean, between the desires of my body and the obedience preached at me for twenty-one years, I was helpless.  I hadn't had time to study the books and manual Lois had given me, but I remembered just enough to be dangerous.

 We somehow managed to work ourselves out of our clothes.  I noted that Emily was not a true blonde, but then I doubted that too many women were.  Without her clothes she appeared thin, almost to the point of being sickly looking.  Her body had only slight difference, from the body of a teenage boy.  

 Emily received all the attentions I could remember.  I was pretty sure I remembered most, if not all of them.  In the end it was the real thing that drove her up the wall.  She, like the other women, had never done it with a man.  I doubted many men in the pre-plague era, had ever done it with a band wrapped tightly around them.  The one thing the band did, was make damned sure I could stay at it longer than Emily.  When it finally happened for me, it was like no other feeling in the world.  It had to be as close to dying as a man ever came.

 The feelings created by the drug dissipated rapidly afterward.  Since the drug was not a synthetic, I could remember everything.  I felt terribly humiliated, yet thoroughly relaxed.

 "Damn Bird, how the hell did a virgin learn all those tricks?" she asked.

 "I read a lot," I said softly.

 "Well, at least we know the drug works just as advertised." Emily said.

 "Damn it, I had hoped it was a myth," I said honestly.

 "Well thanks a lot," Emily said angrily. "What did you expect.  I didn't exactly consent to it," I said.

 "Sure you did.  You knew what I was giving you," she said.

 "But I didn't think it would work.  Or at least, I thought I could resist it," I said disgusted with my own weakness.

 "I don't think anyone could.  I have taken it a few times myself , believe me it is wicked," she said.  I noted she used the same words Doctor Lewis had used.

 "You mean that not even a woman could resist it?" I asked with a smile I didn't really feel.

 "Not a chance, with that drug the pressure is ten times worse than the day a woman ovulates," she said. 

 "Then leave me the bottle, I might want to make it with an unwilling woman," I said.

 "Not on your life," she said.  "Besides there aren't going to be that many unwilling women."

 "You do know that I can never accept a Coke or sandwich from a woman again," I said.

 "Sure you can, the payment may be a little different though," she said with a most unladylike laugh.  "I know you probably can't do it again, at least not the real thing, but how about a few minutes of the other?"

 "Not a chance, why don't you cover your skinny little ass and go home?" I suggested.

 "You are going to have to bribe me," she demanded with a smile. "And I am chic not skinny."

 "Okay, but this is the last time," I said, and it was.

 "I caught her nine o'clock news show that evening.  The interview in front of the station was not on, but her discussion of Biomide was.  She explained in great detail how it worked.  It was pretty evident that she knew from experience.  Her last statement of the piece went something like this, "Women have known for years the effect of Biomide on them.  Well ladies, it has at least as great an effect on men."  The statement was followed with, "or so they tell us."  She made it as plain as she could, without coming right out with it.  Then she clenched it.  "For the best effect, I would suggest the woman take Biomide at the same time."  The bitch just gave women the recipe, and the permission to commit wholesale rape.  The three or four men who were not professional breeders had just been put on notice.  Do not take drinks or food from women.  From now on, life was indeed going to be interesting.  I had a feeling my days of quiet solitude were about to end.

 I would have been a lot more worried, if I hadn't enjoyed the breeding experience.  It had indeed been pleasurable.  Nonetheless I wanted to give it a few days, before I did anything like that again. I wanted to see what both Emily's, and my own reactions might be.

 After the news, I studied the manuals in great detail, then fell into a rather deep sleep.  For the first time in years, I didn't dream at all.   I had never really been bothered with sex dreams until the books, but I always dreamed about one thing or another.  That night, for the first time, I dreamed of absolutely nothing.

 When the alarm clock woke me, I was in a wonderful mood.  I managed to maintain it all the way through my morning routine.  Even dodging the trolleys didn't seem to bother me, I was just in a great mood.  I didn't know or care whether it was the drug or the breeding.  I knew only that I felt better than I ever had before.

 The crap began at roll call.  Someone had placed an aspirin on my desk.  It was joke, but one in pretty poor taste.  I was absolutely sure they had all been warned, just as I had.  There would be no breeding between cops.  Besides, there were more than enough women in the world without messing with cops.  

 Just to play along with the joke, I carried the aspirin to the trash as though it were a bomb.  I dropped it into the empty metal trash can.  The falling pill made a pinging sound as it rattled around the can before settling to the bottom.  Some of the laughter was with me, and some was at me.  It didn't matter, I hadn't embarrassed either myself or the perpetrator of the poor joke.

 I was again assigned to foot patrol in the downtown area.  I drew a partner named Busby for the day.  Busby was a real hot dog,  She went around trying to cause trouble with the laborers.  She mouthed off at them every chance she got.  She even cited one of them for being drunk in public.  Of all my partners so far, Busby was the worst.  When we stopped for lunch at the Downtown Deli, we met Anders.  

 While Busby went to the rest room, Anders asked, "So, how do you like Busby?" 

 "She's different," I said trying to stay away from any criticism of a fellow officer.

 "I know, just don't let her get you into any shit," Anders advised.  "That Busby is a real bull dyke.  It doesn't happen often, but once in a while she pulls the wrong broads chain.  When she does, it usually take three of us to separate them."

 I laughed just as I was supposed to do.  "So did you ever work with Busby?" I asked.

 "Just the usual rookie shifts.  Once I got past that, I tried to stay away from her.  She is going to get somebody killed before she retires.  I would just as soon it not be me." Anders said.

 "I second that," I said.

 "So what were you two talking about?" Busby asked as she walked up.

 "You of course dearie," Anders said with a grin.

 "Something bad I hope," she said.

 "If it was about you, it would have to be bad," Anders commented.

 "True, I am one bad assed dyke," she said looking at me with a smile.

 "Somebody said, you bred that little blonde bitch reporter?" Anders asked.

 "I don't think I should talk about breeding with you two," I said with a smile.

 "You did pop her cherry, didn't you?" Busby asked.  I refused to answer so she went on anyway.  "So how was her skinny little ass?"

 "I told you, I am not going to either confirm or deny who I breed," I said firmly.

 "I'll bet that little twit is hell in bed," Busby continued as though I had answered her.

 "Give it up Busby, is that all you have on your mind?" Anders asked.

 "What else is there?" Busby countered.

 I tuned them out while I ate my corned beef sandwich.  I tried not to listen to their pornographic conversation.  It was hard, but I concentrated on my own thoughts, which did not include Emily.  I was actually trying to remember, whether or not I had deployed the solar panel on the Byrd.

 "Come on Bird, let's go harass some more dykes," Busby said as she stood to leave.

 When two thirty arrived, it looked as though I would finish my day with Busby without her actually striking anyone.  When the zone car arrived to give us a lift back to the station, Busby was the last one to enter.  I was already seated when the shot rang out.  My first instinct was to duck, my second was to pull Busby into the car.  I tried but Busby was limp and covered in blood.  I couldn't believe it, someone had shot my partner.  Damn I thought, I have only been on the job three days and I lose a partner.  This is not going to look good.

 I left the car by the door opposite Busby.  I rushed around the car to help her without ever thinking to draw my pistol.  When I knelt over her, I knew she was dead.  I was still bent over her when a second shot rang out.  This one struck the car by my head.  I must have panicked.  I lifted Busby's bloody body, then carried her to the rear of the car.  When she was safely out of the line of fire, I pulled my weapon.

 "Where is she?" I asked the driver.

 "On the roof," the driver said vaguely.

 "Did you see her?" I asked trying to pin her down.

 "Hell no, I was keeping my head down, like you should have been," she informed me.

 I looked at her name tag.  "Willis you stay here, I am going to see if I can make it to the building," I said.

 "Hell no rookie, you are not going to leave me here to look like a chicken shit.  I am going with you," she said as she stood and began moving in front of me.  We rushed the building together.  I figured we had a pretty good chance, since whoever was doing the shooting had missed me while I was standing still.  There were no more shots fired.  We rushed into the building, then climbed the stairs to the top floor.  All the doors led to offices of one kind or another.  Women were milling about the hallway more or less in mob formation.  "How do we get to the roof?" Willis asked one of the secretaries.  The secretary simply stared vacantly at Willis.  

 "How the hell do we get to the roof," I shouted at the secretary.

 "Through the hatch in the stair well," she almost screamed.

 Willis and I climbed the ladder to the roof.  She took an extremely long time to open the hatch.  I didn't expect she was looking forward to going out there.  I know, I wasn't.  It had all been much easier before we got to the hatch.  Before the hatch it was really an instinct thing.  Now it was down to a gut check.  Whoever opened the hatch was likely to get a bullet as payment for their effort.

 She finally forced the unlocked hatch upward, then quickly climbed out onto the roof.  I followed her before I had a chance to think about it.  We were on the roof and we were alone.  We did a quick search of the three building which shared the common roof.  Not only where there three building, there were fire escapes everywhere.  

 "Shit," Willis said looking down the last fire escape.  

 "It looks like she is gone.  Let's see if we can find the place she used to shoot Busby," I suggested.

 Willis nodded, Then swore.  "Shit, I forgot to call for an ambulance and backup."

 "Do it now," I suggested.

 "You do it, I am going to swear I told you to call, but you got excited.  You better go along with me on this.  It is going to be your word against mine," she said with a truly evil look.

 "I'm going to swear I never heard you," I said angrily.  I looked back at her just as hard as she had looked at me.

 "Just make the call," she snapped.

 The two shell casings I found before the others arrived were for a rather small bore rifle.  The kind most women used to hunt varmints.  Willis and I were at the scene for two more hours.  I must have given my story a dozen times.  Each time I had to repeat that I never heard Willis tell me to call for back up, or an ambulance for Busby.  

 After talking to all the witnesses is seemed that no one saw the shooter.  I don't think anyone saw it happen.  At least not the shot which killed Busby.  Everyone told the same story, the shot caused them to look outside in time to see Willis and I rush the building.  

 "She must have been using hollow points," Willis said to the detectives on the scene.  "They sure as hell made a mess of Busby."

 "Okay, you two go on to the station.  I want a full report on this sorry mess," the detective said.

 "We have already told you a dozen times," Willis complained.

 "This time I want it in writing, do you understand," the detective asked angrily.  The written statement was Willis' last chance to come clean and we all knew it.

 "Yes ma'am," I said.

 "Don't ma'am me Bird, I work for a living," the woman said with a smile.

 "Right," I said as I headed to the car.  

 Willis trailed after me. She didn't speak to me ae written statement took forever.  I wrote and rewrote if for hours,

 Three hours later I arrived home.  Upon entering my apartment, I noticed the blinking message light on my communicator.  I lifted the headset, then pushed the replay button.  

 "Bird, this is Emily, how about we get together tonight?  Call me."   

 "Fat chance," I said aloud.  Everybody knew I had bred her.  She had all but told the world about it on her stupid show.  I didn't need anymore trouble from her.

 The second message was already playing as I spoke to myself.  "Bird this is Doctor Lewis, I just heard about the shooting.  If you need to talk?  Just call me.  You have my number."  I also planned to ignored that one.

 The third message seemed a little more interesting.  "Mr. Bird, this is Lola your landlady, would you please come down, if you get a minute," the metallic voice said.

 Since I had nothing else to do at the moment, I walked down the outside stairs and into the drug store.  I found her behind the prescription counter as usual.  "Hi there," I said.  "You know I have lived here almost a month and I didn't know your name was Lola," I said with a smile I didn't feel.

 "I try not to spread that around too much.  It just isn't a name to inspire confidence," she said with a sad little smile.

 "I don't know, it sounds fine to me," I said not really understanding.

 "No it doesn't, Lola is the name of a stripper," she said.  She paused a long time then began again.  "Hank did you know there have been women around your apartment during the day while you are gone?" she asked.

 "No, but I'm not surprised," I said.  "Were they around again today?"

 "Communicator women, or so they said," Lola replied.  There was a question in her voice.

 "I expect they are just snooping," I suggested.

 "You might want to be careful what you say in the apartment," she suggested.

 "Thank you, I will keep that in mind," I agreed.

 "Is there anything else?" I asked only because she didn't seem to be finished with her thought.

 "Actually there is, but I can't talk about it right now.  Could I stop by after I close up here?" she asked. 

 "Sure, but remember the place may be bugged," I reminded her.

 "That's right, how about you coming down here around nine.  I will send Lucy home early," she informed me.  If she had any serious thoughts they didn't show on her face.

 "Sure," I said not knowing what else to say.

 I spent a couple of miserable hours with the TV.  It was filled with the details of the shooting.  My picture was right there with all the other cops.  Emily was doing her thing, just as hard as she could.  She acted as though she had some kind of inside source with the cops.  Wonderful, I thought, now all the cops would think I was passing her information.  I really didn't need that kind of rap hanging over me.  Why the hell hadn't I slammed the door on her when she showed up? I asked myself.  Unfortunately I didn't come up with any good answers.

 When nine o'clock came, I walked down the stairs and then to the front door of the drug store below.  The front door was locked, but Lola came to answer it quickly.  She held the door open for me to enter, then locked it behind me.  I stopped just inside the door, since I didn't know what else to do.

 "Come on back to the office," she said.  When we arrived in the small room with a desk she asked, "I am having a cup of coffee would you like one?"

 "Sure why not," I answered as I poured myself a cup of coffee from the pot.

 "Would you mind refilling mine?" she asked.

 "Not at all," I answered taking her cup to the pot.  "So what did you want to talk about?"

 "I wanted to ask you about your Byrd.  I mean, I hoped you would tell me what you did to fix it.  I have been thinking about buying one, but I don't know," she said with her voice trailing off.

 "I bought mine from the newspaper.  The woman who owned it tried to have it repaired, but was quoted the price of a new motor.  Which was about two hundred bucks more than the Byrd was worth.  She decided to buy a new one instead.  All I did was rebuild the motor and find a new power supply.  Hers was totally shot.  I am surprised, she managed to keep it running long enough to wear out the motor," I said with a laugh.

 "I wondered how you could afford a car.  When you bought it, you didn't even have a job," Lola said.

 "I know, it was a bit of a risk," I admitted.

 "Did they give you money when you left the institute?" she asked.

 "Actually they released some money the government had been holding in trust for me," I said.

 "Your mother's estate?" Lola asked.

 "No, my mother's estate went to her daughters.  Why shouldn't it, she never really knew me and I never even met her.  No the money they gave me was from the mothers of the children I fathered," I said.

 "I don't understand, I thought the fee went toward the cost the government incurred for your care," she said.

 "This had nothing to do with the fee.  It was just a gift from the mothers to the donors. Believe it or not, most of the women who were chosen to have the babies were the more affluent of the applicants.  How that works out, I have no idea.  All I know for sure, is that they sometimes deposited money into the orphan's private account."

 "Do you have any idea how many children you fathered," Lola asked.

 "No idea whatsoever," I replied.  "I do know, I received a rather large parting check."

 She seemed to begin losening up a little, as she changed the subject.  "I always wanted to ask, were you named for the car?" she asked.

 "To tell you the truth, I have no idea," I admitted.  Our real identities were kept secret.  Everyone was given new names.  I just got Hank Bird for some unknown reason.  Even as I spoke I was beginning to feel a little warm.  By the time I understood why, it was already too late.  Since we drank from the same pot, Lola was feeling the same things as me.  When she noticed the effect the drug had on my body, she moved around the desk to stand close to me.  I couldn't help myself, I pulled her to me and began kissing her passionately.  Not only did she respond, she began pulling at the buttons of my shirt.  Within seconds we were both more or less naked.  

 I became lost in that fog of desire and obedience again.  I did all the things I had been reading about.  When it came time for the final act, I realized I didn't have my band.  I had been so conditioned to obey I almost stopped.  I would have, had my body not been out of control.  Lola pulled me down on top of her.  I did the best I could, and found that it was more than I would have thought.  I expect it was the guilt of not having done as my mistresses had ordered.  What ever the reason, it took almost as long for me to finish.  When I finally did. Lola clutched at me as tears rolled down her face.  She held me tight as spasms wracked through her body.  I held her against my withering body until she calmed.

 When her trembling finally stopped, I quickly raised myself off her.  I knew my body had to be painful pressing her against the desk.  I sat in the chair gasping for breath as she moaned while continuing to wriggle like a snake. After several more minutes, she sat up then spoke in a rather weak voice.

 "God that was wonderful.  I have never felt anything like it," she said with a warm expression on her face.

 "Why did you do it?" I asked the hurt showing on my face.

 "Do what?" she asked innocently.

 "Spike the coffee?" I said.

 "I didn't spike the coffee," she said.  Her face betrayed her guilt. "Besides, so what if I did.  I saw that television woman go into your apartment.  I also heard her report on Biomide.  She had obviously just been bred.  I may not be an Oracle but I can add."

 "So now, I guess I am going to have to move," I commented.

 "It won't matter, there will be women where ever you go.  The word is out, we can have you anytime we want.  Hell this is a damned site cheaper than hiring a breeder," she said with a nasty edge to her voice.

 "So, is this your real personality, or is it the Biomide?" I asked.

 "Who cares, I don't know about you, but I think I could do that again," she said with a smile.

 "I don't think so," I said standing to leave.  I would have made it had she not come to stand close to me.  She pulled me down to her mouth.  I couldn't help kissing her, any more than I could help the things that followed.  It was probably more the obedience thing, than the drug by that time, but I couldn't be sure.  Women had been ordering me around since I was born.  It was hard not to follow an order, even from a woman who had no real control over me.

 I went to bed, as soon as I arrived home that night.  I didn't want to think about what I had done.  I needn't have worried, I fell right to sleep again.  I slept again without any dreams at all.  I had to grudgingly admit, I slept better those last two nights than I ever had before.

 The next morning I followed my normal routine.  I arrived at the station and waited for the roll call, before I went inside.  I was surprised that there were no jokes or catcalls.  I guessed it was due to Busby's death.  God only knew when the last cop had been killed in the line of duty.  Greenpoint had always been a quiet little town.

 When the Sergeant arrived we began to hear the details of the shooting.  A note had arrived at the station.  The note explained to the Chief, that a cop would be killed every month.  It had arrived shortly before midnight the night before.  There was a suspicion among the Chief and the detectives that it might be a cop who shot Busby.  If not, then at least someone with a police radio.  Since the targets were cops, it seemed unlikely that the woman on the roof had just happened on our pickup point.  The consensus was that she heard us call for a pickup at that spot, then had rushed to the building, arriving just as the zone car arrived.  From that day forward, we were warned to keep a close eye out for ambushes.

 The Sergeant did not assign me a beat, so I waited until everyone else left the room.  "So where do I work today?" I asked.

 "Radio room, until we figure out who screwed up yesterday," the Sergeant said.

 "I told you, if Willis told me to call, I never heard her," I said repeating the story.

 "That's what we are going to find out.  Willis should have made that call herself, but if she told you to make it, then her ass is covered.  You are a rookie and we can forgive you, but not Willis," the Sergeant said with a strange look on her face.

 "If I cop to it, what happens to me?" I asked.

 "You get a note in your jacket.  It will come out after six months," the Sergeant said.

 "If I don't?" I asked.

 "You can request a polygraph.  If you come out clean, then either Willis takes it or she is gone.  If she takes it and fails, she is gone.  You see getting excited and not making the call would have gotten her a note in the jacket, but dumping it on a fellow officer would be an offense no one would forget," the Sergeant said.

 "What should I do?" I asked.

 "The easy thing would be to take the note.  The hard thing would be to take the polly.  You will catch a little hell for a while, but nobody is safe, if Willis is trying to lay her mistake on you.  She could just as easy screw up something big, then dump it on a good officer," the Sergeant said.

 "Make the appointment," I demanded.

 I took the polly and passed it.  Willis was gone by the end of the day.  I was pretty unpopular by quitting time.  I knew I had done the right thing, but the knowledge didn't really help any.  Nobody likes the idea of being shunned.  No one spoke to me at all that day, until Anders caught me on the way out the door.  

 "You did the right thing.  It could have been me she dumped on.  Don't let the others bother you, they are just making cop noises.  The brotherhood of the badge, doesn't let Willis screw you anymore than it lets you rat her out.  They know that, and I will remind those who forget," she said.

 "Thanks, but you don't have to do that.  It won't do any good and it will put you on my side.  Being on my side, doesn't seem to be a very popular place to be right now," I reminded her.

 "What makes you think I care about the others.  Cops are like snakes.  They are somehow in God's plan, but she sure didn't make them perfect or even pretty," Anders said with a laugh.

 When I arrived home, I found a message of apology from Lola on my voice mail.  She informed me that the drug had made her crazy.  She wanted a chance to apologize in person.  I didn't even bother to return her call.  I had no intentions of giving her the chance to dope me again.

 I spent the night with the TV.   From Emily on the evening news, I learned that someone had leaked the note.  Emily added a lot more details that I had been told.  At least that should get me off the hook.  The details said that a cop would die every twenty eight days.  The Sergeant had said once a month.  There was just enough difference for the detectives to find the leak.

 I slept well enough that night, but not so well as the nights when I had been drugged.  Quite possibly it was the drug, more likely it was the sexual release.  I didn't really give it all that much thought.  I was just too busy living my life to stop and analyze every aspect of it.  Besides, it would still be the same whether I understood it or not.

 When I arrived at the station the next morning, I could tell something had changed.  People were moving through the halls as if someone else had been killed.  I knew we were all grieving for Busby, even some for Willis I imagined, but it seemed as though there was more to it.

 "Did you hear, they found our leak," Anders said.

 "No, but I'm glad, even I was beginning to suspect me," I said.  "So who was it?"

 "That bitch Morrison," Anders replied.

 "Detective Morrison?" I asked.  Morrison had been one of the first detectives on the scene of the shooting.

 "The same, she called that reporter just as soon as she got a chance.  Hell she even called the news bitch while she was working the case.  Used a pay communicator near the scene," Anders expounded.

 During roll call the Sergeant didn't mention a thing.  I expected to be back on the street, since all the mysteries were cleared.  When I didn't draw an assignment I was pissed.  I waited patiently for all the others to clear the room, before I approached the Sergeant.

 "So what do I do today?" I asked.

 "You are being temporarily assigned to the hunt for our shooter.  I expect the Chief thought it would be good PR," the Sergeant said with real disgust in her voice.

 "Am I really going to be allowed to do anything, or am I just to drive one of the detectives around?" I asked.

 "Those also serve, who only chauffeur the detectives," she said pompously.

 "Come on Sarge have a heart," I begged to absolutely no avail.

 "You have been here less than a full rotation.  In that time you have been in a fight, and had a partner killed.  I think you have done about enough for one rotation.  Now go along and report the defective, detectives," she said kindly.

 "I want you to know. I do not approve of this," I said with a grin.

 "Well, try not to get anyone else killed," she said with a warm smile.

 The detective bureau was one large room separated into cubicles by half glass partitions.  I reported to the first desk in the room.  The middle-aged woman at the desk pointed me to the desk of a somewhat younger woman.  When I say younger. I mean she might have been in her early thirties as opposed to her late forties.

 "I'm Bird, I was told to report to you," I said.

 "Mellon," she said extending her hand,  "Have a seat while I finish this report," she said looking up curiously.  I sat while she read the report. "Bird, did you hear anything before the shot?"

 "Nothing that I can remember," I said.  "Why did someone else hear something?"

 "Not that I am aware of, I was just wondering.  I was also wondering, if this had anything to do with you.  I mean, you did just start and the killing happened three days later.  Do you reckon it might have been you the shooter wanted," she asked.

 "I have no idea.  I mean the shooter took a shot at me, but I don't think she knew or cared who she fired at," I said. "I have a list of people who have made some pretty strange comments about you, or men in general.  I think we need to f you were present during those interviews.  We might get something from the women we wouldn't otherwise," Mellon admitted.

 "Sounds reasonable to me," I said not knowing whether it was or not.

 "So, if I have your permission, we will get started," Mellon snapped.  She obviously didn't agree with the Chief at all.

 "What ever you say detective," I replied shortly.  Two could play at her game.

 Since detectives seldom had to chase women drivers or quickly respond to a call, they all drove Byrds.  Mellon's Byrd was more or less red, and it needed a paint job badly.  Byrds tended to fade after a few years, especially the red ones.  Since Mellon climbed into the driver's side, I rode in the passenger's seat.  I didn't mind until I realized what a lousy driver Mellon was.  She followed the slow moving trolleys much to close.  She also tended to pull into traffic with only a token glance.  Our first stop was a coffee shop, I had expected Mellon to at least make one interview before stopping for coffee.  It was a good thing I had a high tolerance for bad coffee. "So, who do you think the shooter is?" Mellon asked.

 "Somebody with a police scanner," I suggested.

 "Now why would you say that?" Mellon asked.

 "We called for a pickup, and then walked to the site.  Anyone with a scanner could have heard our call, then rushed to the spot before us," I said following the official line.

 "Who called for the pick up?" Mellon asked.

 "I did," I admitted.

 "Then you were the target," Mellon said.

 "I expect any cop would have done," I said hoping it was true.

 "I have a feeling you are wrong.  The scanner is right, but I expect it was some ex-cop nut case.  Hell, it might have even been an off duty cop for that matter," Mellon admitted.  "Someone who didn't want to see men on the force."

 "Or some regular nut case with a hard on for all cops," I suggested.

 "That too, I suppose," Mellon admitted.

 "So where do we start?" I asked.

 "You and I are going to interview the man haters.  Other teams are pressing the cop angles," She admitted.  "Now let me explain the rules to you.  When we approach a subject, you keep your mouth shut.  No matter how good you think your question is, don't ask it."

 "So, I am to do nothing but follow you around?" I asked.

 "Now you have it," Mellon said. "Who said all men were stupid."

 "I think, that must have been you," I answered with a disarming smile.

  "I have a list of twenty people with a little luck we can talk to them all in a couple of days.  I want to get your ass back to patrol just as soon as possible," Mellon said.

 "That just suits the hell out of me," I agreed.  "So why are we sitting here drinking bad coffee.  The sooner we get started, the sooner we can get through."

 "Because Bird, the office were we will find our first woman doesn't open till nine.  It is now eight," Mellon said as though talking to a retard.

 I didn't have even a bad response to that one, so I kept my mouth shut for a change.  I continued to drink the bad coffee in silence, until I was forced to go to the bathroom.  As I had been instructed a hundred times, I knocked first.  

 "Who the hell is it?" a female voice asked.

 "Sorry," I said.  I waited outside the door until the woman came through it. "Is there anyone else in there?"

 "No," she replied more curious than anything else.

 I entered the small bathroom, then locked the door.  After I finished my business, I washed both my face and hands.  I stood looking the in the mirror, daydreaming.  I heard the door shake, so I hurried to exit the bathroom.  I passed a very surprised middle aged woman in a skirt and blouse.

 When I returned to the table, I found Mellon reading from a file folder.  I quietly seated myself.  I was drinking from the glass of iced water, when she finally spoke to me.  "We might as well get going, by the time I get that miserable Byrd to her office it will be after nine."

 We were in the car when Mellon asked, "Did you ever hear of WAM?"

 "I don't think so," I admitted.

 "About five years ago a few women recognized that you orphans were getting old enough to leave the institute.  They didn't much like the idea of men re-entering the society, at least not as equals.  They wanted things to stay the same, so they organized.  They formed 'Women Against Men," WAM.  Enough of their litany was true, so that it kind of hid the bullshit."

 "What exactly do they want?" I asked.

 "They want to pass laws to take away your civil rights for starters, then they want to make sure that men never again have any power or status.  What they can't see, is that one day there are going to be too many of you to hold down.  In the short run we could do it, but in the long run, there are going to be just too many of you," Mellon said.

 "I suppose they have all the old Government propaganda films to use as justification?" I asked.

 "They rent them out on video," she said with a grin.  "Have you ever seen one?"

 "No, but I heard an awful lot about them," I replied.

 "Maybe Ms. Thompson will loan you one," Mellon said with a grin.

 "That would be just peachy keen," I replied with a very unhappy expression on my face.

 The headquarters for WAM was located on the sixty floor of a pre-plague bank building.  We rode the high speed elevator to the office.  The frosted glass panel of the door held a small sign with the figure of a woman being held down by a man.  It was obvious that he was preparing to rape her.  The letters W. A. M. were in blood red above the picture.  I felt a little frightened as I entered the office.

 We were greeted not by Ms. Thompson, as I would have expected, but by a very professional looking secretary.  The secretary looked at me with disgust all over her face.  She turned to Mellon and asked, "Can I help you?" she asked.

 "I would like to speak to Ms. Thompson," Mellon demanded.

 "Have a seat, I will tell her you are here," the secretary said.

 "Ms. Thompson, there are two police officers here to see you.  One of them is a man," the secretary said.  She said it loud enough, and with enough hate in her voice, so as to be positive I both heard, and understood her message.

 Thompson took a few minutes before she entered the room.  She looked hard at me before turning to Mellon.  "I assume you are the one in charge," she said.

 "Not really, Mr. Bird and I are partners.  However if you would prefer to talk to me that is fine," Mellon suggested.

 "Does the Orph have to be present?" she asked.

 "I would prefer it," Mellon said.

 "Then you better get a warrant," Thompson said.

 "We can do this without Mr. Bird, if you like," Mellon said knowing all along that it would come to that.

 "Then come into my office," she said with a triumphant smile on her face.

 I watched the two of them disappear into the inner office.  I walked to the table filled with pamphlets.  I picked up one, then returned to my seat.  I began to read it.  I found it filled, as Mellon had suggested, with enough truth to make the vicious suggestions seem more or less reasonable. When I finished that particular pamphlet, I returned to pick up a copy of each of the four others.  

 "I don't suppose you would allow me to barrow a couple of those videos?" I asked the secretary.

 "Not a chance, actually I would prefer you return those books," she answered.

 "I'm sorry the sign said, 'Please take one', so I did," I said not making any move to return the pamphlets.

 I was standing by the table still grinning at the secretary when Mellon and Ms. Thompson returned.  "You don't mind, if I have these do you?" I asked Thompson.

 "No as a matter of fact, I think you should take our video," she said with a sneer.

 "Why thank you," I said as I lifted one from the rack.

 "Exactly why would you want those?" she asked.

 "Know your enemy," I said without a smile.  Ms. Thompson actually smiled as she nodded her understanding.

 I followed Mellon from the room.  When we reached the Byrd, I could control myself no longer.  "Okay, Mellon what did she say?" I asked.

 "What do you think she said?" Mellon asked in return.

 "I know nothing, I was at my desk working on my latest book.  My secretary will swear to it," I said in a female voice.

 "See you aren't just a pretty piece of ass," Mellon said with a grin.

 "So what do you think?" I asked.

 "She was probably at her desk.  The bitch is too intellectual to get her hands dirty.  But she might have inspired some other nut," Mellon suggested.

 Our brief conversation took place during the drive back to the coffee house.  Once inside, Mellon began furiously writing her report.  The pocket Link made it easy for her to get it all into the system.  Most detectives wrote the reports in the station on the much larger desk models.  I was stuck with a detective who loved bad coffee.

 Our next interview was way the hell across town.  It was a thirty minute drive in the Byrd.  Mellon parked the Byrd in the yard of a very old, and very run down frame house.  Mellon and I walked to the door, then knocked.  We waited a long time, then knocked again.  Finally a woman who looked as though she could kick both our asses, and wanted to prove it, came to the door.

 "What you want pig?" she asked through the screen.

 "Why Julie honey, we just want to talk to you," Mellon said in a calm voice.

 "What if I don't want to talk to you?" she asked.

 "Then I guess, I go get me a warrant and arrest your sorry ass," Mellon said.

 "Now what charge would you be using for your warrant?" she asked.

 "Some as always, suspicion of dealing in stolen merchandise," Mellon said still calm.

 "Wait right there, I will be out in a minute," she said.

 Since Mellon allowed her to close the door, I imagined she knew what she was doing.  A few minutes later the door opened a crack and Julie slipped through it.  I hadn't gotten a good look at her until she slipped through the door.  

 Julie was tall and very thin.  She also had her short hair slicked back.  She was really unattractive.  Her looks weren't that tough, it was something in her eyes that did it.  Her eyes were as black as her hair.  They were as cold and lifeless as those of a snake.

 "So Mellon what is it this time?" she asked.

 "Have you met my new partner?" Mellon asked.

 "Who the Orph, how did you get stuck with him?" she asked.

 "Are you kidding everybody wanted him, I had to fight to get him.  You know a little quick breeding behind the station," Mellon said.

 "Is that right Orph, you doin' it with Mellon behind the station?" the look she gave me was pure hate.

 "Hell, me and every other woman, he can get his hands on.  I thought I might take him to see Selma next," Mellon said.  I don't know what reaction Mellon was looking for, but Julie went nuts.  She tried to hit Mellon.  Obviously Mellon had expected it.  She caught Julie in mid swing, then easily tossed her against the wall.  Julie hit the wall flat enough, and hard enough to get the air knocked from her lungs.  Mellon quickly cuffed her, while she was still gasping for air.

 "Now Julie, before I run your ass in for assault on a police officer, and then search your house, why don't you tell me where you were yesterday from two till four," Mellon demanded.

 "I had my head between Selma's legs, pig," Julie shouted.

 "Of course, she is going to tell the same thing.  I mean why would that slut lie?" Mellon asked.  "That ain't gonna cut it.  I am going to get a warrant, then toss this place for a rifle.  While I am at it, I am going to take down the serial numbers of every Data Link, and TV in the place.  Unless I miss my guess, there are probably some still in the boxes," Mellon said.

 "Come on Mellon, I didn't shoot that cop.  If it had been the Orph maybe, but not the cop," Julie said angrily.

 "Bird call a zone car to transport the lovely Julie," Mellon demanded.

 I made the call, while Mellon removed the house key from Julie's pocket.  "Let's see what's in the Julie Emporium today," Mellon suggested.

 I stayed outside while Mellon searched.  When she returned ten minutes later, she put the key back in Julie's pocket.  "Now Julie, we have two ways to play this, one I can get a warrant and search your place legally, or I can charge you with the simple assault crap.  If you plead to the assault, then you walk with a misdemeanor ticket.  If we go into your house, you are going to do a nickel.  So how do you want to play this?" Mellon asked.

 "I'll plead to the assault," Julie spat.  She knew when to play along, but she wasn't about to do it willingly.

 "Good, in exchange for my generosity, you are going to ask around.  I want to know it any of your friends know who made the hit.  If you don't try to find out, I will know.  If you do find out, and don't tell me, I will know.  If I have reason to doubt your cooperation, I am going to have this place raided, and you are going to do a nickel.  We do understand each other?" Mellon ended with the question.

 "Yes, I understand," Julie answered.

 The zone car was pulling into the drive as Julie answered.  Mellon greeted the officers.  "Take her in and book her on a simple assault.  Give me your cell and I'll arrange it all with the judge," Mellon demanded.  She made a couple of calls and Julie was officially in the system.  We could have issued her a citation, except for the fact, Mellon wanted her to have the full experience of being booked.

 In the car later I asked, "Why would Julie fear jail.  I would think she would love being around all those women?"

 "Are you kidding, when a woman finally gets put away, she is a real bad ass,  Julie wouldn't last a week in there.  You really don't know much do you?" Mellon asked.

 "I guess not," I admitted.

 "You see Bird, God makes a mistake every once in a while.  Julie is one of them.  She has all the parts of a woman, but somehow she is a man.  Women feel threatened by her.  There are a few, like her girlfriend who get turned on, but most are just plain frightened.  She has been known to slap women around some.  Anyway, if she goes inside, somebody is going to recognize her for what she is.  Women inside don't much care for frogs.  They are too hard to control.  No Julie would be making it with a home made knife within a week."

 "So there is a difference between a frog and a lesbian?" I asked.

 "God yes," Every woman is a lesbian, at least these days.  Most of us do it for the intimacy, not really the sex, although that ain't bad," she said with a grin.  "A frog isn't interested in the same thing.  For her it is a conquest kind of thing, sort of like a domination," she informed me.

 "I guess I understand," I said.

 "No you don't, you are going to have to see the difference.  Even then you might not understand because you aren't a woman," she said,  "We have a stop that just might help you understand a little."

 We had to return to the coffee shop before we interviewed anyone else.  Mellon had to write the report on the last interview.  I expected to leave immediately after, but Mellon kept me waiting until three p.m.  

 "You are going to get a little overtime today Bird.  Most of the interviews can only be conducted in the evenings.  So when we wrap this up tonight, don't come in until five tomorrow.

 "Fine," I agreed.

 "So let's go have a drink," Mellon said.  I could tell from her smile that it wasn't going to be a social drink.

 At three thirty in the afternoon, the parking lot of the Pussy Cat Club was filled.  Our Byrd looked out of place among all the motorcycles.  When we entered the door, Mellon and I had to stand.  It took several minutes before our eyes to adjust to the darkness.  The crowd inside noticed us, long before we could get a good look at any of them.  My ears needed time to adjust as well as my eyes.  I was assaulted by the loudest, most head banging music I had ever heard.  I began to see shapes before I could recognize them as people.  

 Mellon and I finally stumbled to the bar.  Mellon ordered beer and I coke.  I looked around, when I could finally see enough to make out the people clearly.  The women were mostly dressed in jeans and leather jackets.  I guessed it was the reason the bar was about thirty degrees cooler than the outside air. 

 My eyes were finally accustomed to the light when I turned back to the bartender.  She was turned away from me talking to a customer at the other end of the bar.  I noted that she wore jeans and a leather jacket just like the customers.  When she turned to check out the bar I realized she had the jacket open and nothing under it.  She looked at me defiantly as if to 'say so what'.  So what indeed, her chest was as flat as my own.  I am saying there was absolutely no shape to her breasts at all.  

 I began looking around again.  Since it was so dark in the bar, I could get a good look at only a few of the women.  Everyone of the women close to me was dressed the same and had exactly the same build.  Mellon noticed my curious look.

 "Breast reduction surgery," she said simply.

 I nodded.  The music began again so conversation ended. I noticed every women in the place turn to the dance floor.  I turned to look myself.  A woman dressed in a pair of very tight jeans and a pull over tee shirt was dancing.  She danced with a lot more movement of her very large breasts than was necessary.  She wasn't graceful, but she was built exactly the opposite from the women sitting around the tables.  The customers began to hoot and make obscene remarks.  Their gestures were about as obscene as the remarks.  

 The dancer stripped the overly tight tee shirt to the encouraging shouts of the bar patrons.  Most of the remarks centered around her large breasts, and what the customers wanted to do with them.  The dancer continued her shaking for a while longer then peeled the tight jeans from her body.  She was forced to sit on a convenient chair to strip them from her legs.  When she was totally naked the customers went nuts.  There is no other way to describe the noise.  Shortly the pushing and shoving began as they fought to get to her.

 Far from being frightened she spread her legs wide.  I turned away so as not to watch the remainder of the performance.  The bartender looked into my eyes and laughed.  I didn't know for sure what she was thinking, but I knew it wasn't complimentary.  I felt more than saw Mellon reach over the bar.  She pulled the bartender down to her.  Mellon shouted something into the bartender's ear.  The bartender walked to the end of the bar, then lifted the exit gate.  Mellon pulled me along as we followed the bartender out the rear door.  When we reached the outside, I couldn't hear for a few minutes. I felt as though my ear drums protruded from my ears.

 Mellon was already in conversation when I began to hear again.  "So what's it going to be?" She asked.

 "I got protection, you can't do this to me," the bartender said.

 "You got shit.  Now either you help me out here, or I will close this joint.  Not only that I will arrest you and Miss Big Tits," Mellon shouted as she shoved the bartender against the wall.

 "But I tell you I got protection," the bartender said defiantly.

 "Then you go in there and ask your protection about how good it is in a cop killing," Mellon demanded.  She pushed the bartender back toward the door.  "If you aren't back in five minutes, I am going to call in the vice cops," Mellon shouted after her.

 "Bird, get your ass ready.  We may have to fight our way out of this," Mellon admitted.

 "What kind of protection is she talking about?" I asked.

 "Don't worry, there ain't no protection worth a damn, when it comes to a cop killing," Mellon said.

 The bartender returned a couple of minutes later.  Unfortunately she wasn't alone.  Three of the meanest looking dykes I had ever seen were with her.  "So frog, which one of them did the shooting?" Mellon asked.

 "None of them, I just brought them along to see that you didn't give me no more shit," the bartender said.

 "Well you fucked up again," Mellon said.  Without another word she lifted her radio to make the call.

 "I wouldn't do that," one of the frogs advised.

 "I guess you better try to stop me then," Mellon said bracing herself for their charge.  Of course the four of them came running at us.  I took advantage of the fact that we were in an open space.  I slipped then tripped the first one, as she passed I clubbed her with my flashlight.  The second one managed to hit me in the nose.  I had to force myself past the pain and lack of oxygen, as I jabbed her hard in the stomach with my flashlight.  She doubled over just enough for me to raise my knee into her face.  All those self defense classes at the institute paid off.  It was the only place we were allowed to be disrespectful of women.  It had actually been difficult at first to strike a woman.  I could only justify it with the knowledge that I had permission to defend myself.  

 Both my attackers were on the ground, so I turned to Mellon.  She was having a harder time since her attackers worked as a team, rather than individually.  They were all three struggling to get the best position on each other.  I pulled one of them off her, then hit her hard in the face with my closed fist.  It was a lot more satisfying than I would have imagined.

 Mellon forced the other one against the building.  I had not planned it, but Mellon ended with the bartender's neck in her hands.  "Now you listen good frog, I am about to strangle you sick ass.  Either you start talking, or I am going to kill you.  Then I am going to tell the judge it was an accident," Mellon said dangerously.

 "I don't know nothin'," the frog said.

 "Well you better come up with something real quick," Mellon informed her.

 While Mellon held her conversation with the bartender, I leaned against the door.  I didn't think I was up to any more company.  I left it only once, to kick a reviving frog in the head.  I might have been more lenient, if she hadn't been the one who had broken my nose.  I knew it was broken because it had begun to swell badly.  Not only had it swollen, I had tears streaming from my eyes.

 "Mellon," I said breaking her rule.  When Mellon turned the bartender did also.  "Let me kill her," I begged.  

 The bartender took one look at my bloody face and became really frightened.  "Not this time Bird.  This one is mine.  Go kill on of the others, if you have to kill someone," she said.

 I left the door to pull one of the other frogs to her feet.  I pulled the pistol from my belt, then forced it into her mouth.  

 "If I were you," Mellon said to the bartender.  "I would begin to talk real fast."

 "Don't shoot her.  I tell you, it wasn't anybody here.  At least, I haven't heard of anyone," the bartender said.

 "Now you listen to me real good, if I find out someone told you something and you didn't call me, I am going to turn that crazy son of a bitch loose on you," Mellon said.

 We were in the car driving to the hospital before Mellon spoke to me.  "You did pretty good back there.  I don't mean the fight, hell anybody can fight.  I mean the bit with the pistol in that bitch's mouth.  It was a nice touch, but what would you have done if she had called your bluff?" she asked.

 "What bluff?" I asked only half kidding.  I had been so wrapped up in the action I don't know if I could have backed down.

 "Does the nose hurt much?" Mellon asked.

 "Actually it does," I admitted.

 "We probably should have called an ambulance," Mellon suggested.

 "Hell no, it would have spoiled the illusion," I admitted with a sick grin.

 "A thirty minute drive in this piece of crap can't be much fun," Mellon stated.

 "It's better than those frogs feel right now," I said.

 "Amen to that," Mellon added as she cut loose with a laugh.

 Mellon parked the Byrd right in front of the emergency room entrance. Actually she parked directly in front of the no parking sign.  A uniformed security guard came to order Mellon to move her ragged Byrd.  She got about half way to the car, when I removed my bloody ass from the passenger side.  She recognized the uniform, then backed off.  It was probably a good move.  I wasn't in a mood to argue, but Mellon suddenly was.

 It began with the receptionist who told us to have a seat.  Mellon began on her, "Let me tell you one thing bitch, my partner is not going to sit in a room full of poor people with colds, while you give some woman an enema.  So just march you ass into the treatment room and get us a doctor."

 "I am not giving an enema," a voice said behind Mellon.  "I am discussing golf with my nurse."

 "Doctor, my partner got his nose broke saving my ass.  I would like for him to get a little service," Mellon said.

 "Calm down Jennifer, I will take a look at her," the doctor agreed.

 "It isn't a her," Mellon said pointing to me.

 "God, in that case come on in and take off your clothes," the doctor said.

 "Bird, you keep your clothes on.  His nose is broke, and he doesn't need an enema for that," Mellon said.

 "I know, but I never saw one.  I mean sure in medical books, but not for real," the doctor said with a laugh.

 I followed her into the treatment room.  She pointed to the examining table, so I sat on the edge of it.

 "Would you like some pain killers before I set your nose?" she asked.

 "Of course I would," I said.

 "Oh, I thought all you men were tough," she said with a grin.

 "Lady take a look at me.  The frog who did this is a lot tougher," I said with a smile which caused me great pain.

 "I am going to have to get Mellon to tell me the story.  You are just going to lie," she said as she pushed my legs apart.  She stepped between them real close, then put her hands on my nose.  I almost screamed.  She stepped back, then returned with a hypodermic needle.  Even the shot was painful.

 "Let's give that a few minutes to numb the area, then I will set your nose," she said as she seated herself at the small desk.  I watched her remove a prescription pad from her pocket.  "So how much sick leave do you want.  I can probably go as much as a week," she suggested.

 "I don't want any sick leave.  I just want to be able to breath," I admitted.

 "You might as well get used to breathing through you mouth, at least for a while," she said.  "I am going to pack your nose for a day or two.  You really should take at least two days off."

 "Not if you can arrange it so that I can return to duty immediately," I said.

 "Okay tough guy, I am going to get you some pills from the pharmacy.  Don't take them when you drive," she said as she left the room.

 She was gone about ten minutes.  When she returned she handed me an envelope filled with little white pills.  She also moved between my legs again.  She placed her fingers on my face but I didn't feel it.  I did felt it when she restructure my nose bones.  I almost fainted in spite of the shot.

 "Sorry, I must not have given you enough," she said with a weak smile.

 "I think, you enjoy your work a little too much," I said sheepishly.

 "Maybe, I am now going to shove a roll of cotton up your nose.  I will enjoy that at least as much.  Now hold on," she said as she pressed wad after wad of cotton into my nostrils.

 "God I hated that," I said when she finished.

 "While you are at it you might as well take these too," she said handing me a bottle marked Biomide.

 "Now why the hell would I want those?" I asked.

 "You do know, they had a medical application long before anyone discovered they worked on the libido. If you want the pain pills to work better, just take one of the Biomide at the same time.  It won't have the same side effect," she promised.  "Take it easy on those pain pills, they can become addictive."

 After she had gone, a nurse came into the room.  "So Mr. Bird, you can go now.  Just come in again in a couple of days so that we can removed the packing from your nose. 

 When I reentered the waiting room, I found Mellon talking to the doctor.  I walked to join them.  "Here comes the hero now," the doctor said.  "I usually give a lolly pop to my little girls, but I ran out."

 "Not to worry, I have my own," I said with a leer.

 "So, you ready to go or what?" Mellon asked.

 "I'm ready to go," I said.

 The doctor and Mellon said good-bye before we left.  It seemed to be a bit more familiar than two strangers.

 "So what's the deal with you and the Doc?" I asked.

 "We went out a couple of times," Mellon answered.

 I didn't pursue it.  "So where to now?" I asked.

 "Now we go see the really bad bitches," Mellon said.

 Mellon drove for almost fifteen minutes before we arrived at the Julia's Italian Restaurant.  "So this where the really bad bitches hang out?" I asked.

 "You guessed it," Mellon said.

 "Come on, there is no more Mafia," I suggested.

 "Of course not, we all know women can't get organized," Mellon said.

 I followed her into the restaurant.  Mellon whispered something to the hostess.  "I am going to talk to a friend.  You wait right here," she instructed.

 I took a seat on the thickly padded sofa.  I was so comfortable I almost fell asleep.  "Hey Bird, wake up.  I want you to meet someone," Mellon said.

 I blinked a couple of times before my eyes focused on the woman.  She was absolutely beautiful.  Her hair was black but her skin was the color of cream.  Her eyes were large, round and black as coal. She was probably somewhere in her mid thirties.  I never got past her face, so I really had no idea how her body looked.

 "So you are the first Male cop in our town.  It looks like you didn't get a very nice greeting from our citizens," she said in a soft voice.  Much softer than any I had previously heard at work.  I actually wanted to speak but I couldn't find my voice.  "Are you shy Mr. Bird, or are you afraid to speak to me?"

 Finally my voice returned.  "Actually, I was struck dumb by your beauty," I said honestly.

 "My God Mellon, he is serious.  Mr. Bird you absolutely must come back again.  You can leave this one at home," she said with a smile for Mellon.  "Please Mr. Bird, do wait until your face heals.  I want to see if you are as beautiful as you seem to think I am," she said with a gentle laugh.

 I noticed, only when she left, the two rather hard looking women who went with her.  "Okay Mellon, who the hell was that?" I asked.

 "One of those people who doesn't exist," Mellon informed me.  "Her name is Anna, and she runs most of the crap in town.  She owns that little place where you got your nose broke."

 "Maybe I can reform her," I said as a joke.

 "Maybe she can teach you a thing or two," Mellon said with a laugh.  "Now that we have squared things with the boss, it's time to go home."

 "What do you mean boss," I asked skeptically.

 "Not our boss, I just wanted to make sure she understood, that no matter what the Chiefs said, we were going to get the shooter," Mellon informed me.

 "You don't think it was a pro hit?" I asked.

 "Hell no, but we are going to be stepping on some toes while we ask questions.  I would just as soon Anna Baby knew before it gets any worse.  Besides she will put the word out to cooperate.  We won't be having anymore fights with her people."

 "That's good, I don't know how many more times I can take getting my nose broke," I said with a laugh.

 "Don't worry from the look she gave you, I expect the frog who broke your neck better be one hell of a swimmer," Mellon said.

 "What?" I asked.

 "You know, able to swim with about a hundred pounds of chain attached to her body," Mellon said laughing.

 "Mellon?" I asked.

 "What Bird," she responded.

 "Have you ever been in love?" I asked.

 "What a stupid question, of course I have been in love," Mellon answered.

 "What's it like?" I asked.

 "What do you mean?" Mellon asked.

 "I mean, how does it feel?" I asked again.

 "It feels good at first, then it feels like shit when it's over," Mellon said more seriously.  "Don't even try it, your life is going to be complicated enough without the love shit.  Especially if you think you are in love with that Anna."

 "No nothing like that, I just flashed on a feeling I haven't had before.  You know kind of a warm feeling for another person," I tried to explain.

 "Look, write to dear Abby, just don't bother me with this shit," she said angrily.

 We didn't speak again until we arrived at the station.  "Tomorrow dress in jeans or something casual.  I don't want everyone we see, to make us as cops," Mellon said.

 "Right, five o'clock?" I asked.  She simply nodded her agreement.  I weaved a little but made it home in one piece.  I actually forgot to plug the charger in.  I was forced to go back down to do it.  I had been inside only a couple of minutes when someone knocked on my door.

 "Yes," I said through the closed door.

 "It's me Lola. Open up, I saw you come in.  I want to see how you are,"  she said.

 I debated furiously in my cotton wool mind before I finally opened the door.  "Come on in," I said.

 "What happened to you?" she asked in a concerned voice.

 "I got popped in the nose by some frog bitch," I admitted.

 "Please don't use that word around me.  I am not one of your cop buddies," Lola said.  I would have been offended it she hadn't sounded hurt when she spoke.

 "Which word is that?" I asked cruelly.

 "Both of them, those women can't help being different.  As for the other word, it is just plain rude," she said.

 "Is that anything like drugging a guy, just to get bred?" I asked.

 "That is different," she said.

 "Please explain to me, how my calling women names is worse than being used like a two dollar breeder," I said.

 "For one thing, there are no two dollar breeders.  I believe the minimum rate is two hundred," she said trying to joke her way out of it.  "Come on Hank, if someone put a piece of chocolate cake in front of you, wouldn't you want a bite?" she asked.

 "You know that isn't what this is about," I said.

 "Of course it is.  The government has all but told us, you are there for our use.  I was just taking advantage of a resource.  You know like the air we breath," she said.

 "Well you had your fun, I certainly don't expect it to happen again," I informed her.

 "Well, at least not until you are healed," she said.

 "Then I guess, I need to start looking for a new apartment," I said.

 "Sure, but do you think you will have better luck with anyone else?" she asked.  "You might as well relax and enjoy it.  You have been made fair game by the government," she informed me.  "They have all but come out and said to use you,"

 "You watch too much TV," I said.

 "Let's change the subject.  Would you like me to fix dinner for you?" she asked.

 "Actually, I would prefer to be alone right now," I said not wanting to deal with Lola.

 "Okay, but if you need anything at all, just call me," she said.

 It was after midnight before I finally fell asleep.  I slept till noon even though my sleep was filled with dreams.  Some of them were good, but most were terrifying.  

 When I arrived at the station the next evening I looked pretty much like hell.  The tape was still across my nose, and both my eyes were black.  Fortunately my platoon had gone home.  Since the others didn't know me, they cut me a wide berth.  I found Mellon in the detective's office at her desk.

 "Well hello Bird, how is it going today," she said cheerfully.

 "Don't be so damned cheerful Mellon.  Gloating doesn't become you," I said with a smile to soften the words.

 "My, my it seems that men aren't as tough as we were led to believe.  I mean it only took three of them to do that.  I always heard it would take at least five," she said as the other detectives laughed.  The funny thing is that the laughter felt different than that in the squad room.

 A rather large woman in her late forties come to stand by Mellon's desk.  "I hear you done good kid," she said extending her hand.

 "Thank you, I haven't had too many 'atta boys' since I arrived here," I admitted.

 "Well don't worry, you might not be smart enough to be a detective, but you got plenty of guts.  The brass is going to know it," she said.

 "What do you mean not smart enough to be a detective?" I asked.

 "You don't see Mellon all beat up do you.  She managed to get you to fight her battle, that's what a smart woman does," she said with a warm laugh.

 "Come on Bird, we need to get out of here before these gals tell all my secrets," Mellon said.

 When we were in the red Byrd, I asked.  "So where so you get me beaten tonight?"

 "We are going to a 'WAM' meeting," Mellon said.

 "It can't be much of a meeting in that little office," I suggested.

 "Don't kid yourself, there are a lot of members.  The meeting is being held in the downtown plaza," Mellon suggested.

 "Why would anybody join a group like that?" I asked.

 "Suppose you had power, I mean real power.  What if, you knew that same power had once belonged to men.  Then you might want to make damned sure some man didn't come along and take it from you.  That's who the real members of 'WAM' are.  They are the people with the most to lose.  That is also why they are dangerous.  I hope, not dangerous enough to start killing cops," she said.

 "You are still hung up on me being the target?" I asked.

 "Not anymore,  now I think it's the cops in general," she said.

 "Good, then let's stop talking to man haters, and go after the real nuts," I suggested.

 "Oh no, you are still the reason for it.  I just think the idea is to make sure we dump your ass on the street.  See killing you wouldn't do them much good, they would just have to kill the next one. What they need to do, is to make sure it is too expensive for us to hire another man.  When they do that, then they may kill you.  That is, if it is a group like 'WAM'."

 "Maybe it is like the Kennedy assassination, maybe you are just looking for a conspiracy that doesn't exist," I said.

 "Probably, but it beats running down all the people Busby ever arrested," Mellon admitted.

 "I have to admit you do have a point there," I said in agreement.

 "So let's go to a rally," Mellon suggested.

 "Mellon, why the hell are they having a rally at six o'clock?" I asked.

 "Remember who their target group is, the people from those big assed office building downtown,"  She said. 

 "Okay, let's go blend in with the executives," I suggested.

 "Yeah, you are going to be the hit of the rally," she said with a grin.

 We arrived at the plaza just a minute or two before six.  The speaker was already into her speech before we found a place under one of the ornamental trees.  She had actually drawn a pretty good crowd.  It looked as though there might be a couple of hundred women of all ages, but most the thirty to fifty group.

 "Make no mistake about it ladies," Ms. Thompson ranted.  "The problems of the old world were created by men.  They killed their wives at an alarming rate, they stole from their bosses and the companies where they worked.  They polluted the environment so badly that it is just now coming back.  Men will do all these same things again, should they ever return to power.  We must lobby our congress women to see to it that laws are passed to protect the world which we have built.  We built this bright and shiny new world without men.  We can not allow them to re-enter our world, and make no mistake this is our world, just to destroy it again.  Yes we need men to breed, but we don't need them to rule over us.  We didn't need it before the emancipation, and we don't need it now.  

 Ladies make your voice heard, no civil rights for men," she shouted.  Other women took up the chant.  I was embarrassed to admit we were the same species.  The women shouted in what seemed to be almost religious zeal.

 "Don't let this crap get to you Bird, these are just nuts," Mellon said quietly.

 "Yeah, so was Adolph Hitler," I reminded her.

 "Now we will heard from Congress Woman Adams," Ms. Thompson said.

 The slightly pudgy Ms. Adams took the speakers podium to a rousing round of applause.  "Good evening ladies, as you might understand, I am here to talk, not about your theme, but about the country since the emancipation," she began making it clear she couldn't say in public exactly what she would have said to them in private.

 "What is this emancipation they keep talking about?" I asked Mellon.

 "The sanitized version of the plague," she whispered keeping her attention riveted to the podium.

 "The country has the most solid economy in the world.  Women have done that, give yourselves a hand,"  She waited while the women applauded.  "We have the highest standard of living in the whole world,"  More applause.  "We have the cleanest air and the cleanest water since the pilgrims landed here,"  The applause was hearty.  Ladies you did these things without men.  We need men, and we need them integrated into our society.  What we don't need, is to have special laws to help them re-enter our society.  I mean, the law which prevents them from being discriminated against, is totally unnecessary.  The country is already clogged with too many laws.  Most of  the laws on the books were passed when special interest groups ruled our country.  The equal right act was passed at a time when women and minorities needed protecting from the men in power those days are gone.  Men do not need protecting.  Surely the, so called, stronger sex doesn't need protecting from us.  We need to fight for the repeal of the equal rights legislation.  That was passed by women over the strong objections of men.  It's time to undo a tragic mistake," she said.

 "Well Mellon, there goes my job.  It was nice to have worked with you," I said sarcastically.

 "Take it easy Bird, they will never get that legislation reversed.  Even my sense of fair play tells me that is just plain wrong," Mellon said.

 "Mellon you are so dumb. Take a look at the changes just in the last week.  Prosecutors were told to no longer press non violent rape charges.  The television news told women how to go about raping a man non violently.  Wake up Mellon, they are going to turn men into slaves, at least for the next five or six generations," I said.

 "Men won't put up with it that long.  They will revolt if nothing else," Mellon observed.

 "Not as long as the government controls their upbringing.  Men can be programmed not to resist.  It won't work on all of them, but enough to avoid a real revolt," I explained.

 "I'm telling you these nuts will never get that kind of power," Mellon said again.

 "Maybe not," I finally agreed, just to end the discussion.

 "So, did you get any hot new suspects?" Ms. Thompson asked as she passed us.

 "I might want to ask the congresswoman where she was," Mellon said shortly.

 "Don't bother, she flew in town just for this rally.  Orph you better read the writing on the wall," she said with a dark smile.

 She turned before I could answer her.  The congress woman came by our position a few minutes later.  "My, My what is a man doing at a 'WAM' rally?" she asked.

 Looking for crazies," I said quickly.

 "Why don't you come to my hotel room later.  I could explain exactly what I have in mind for men our new society.  You might find it interesting," she said.  The stupid bitch actually handed me her hotel room key.  I tried to give it back but she had already gone.  

 "Did you see that bitch?" I asked Mellon.

 "I most certainly did and I think you should take her up on it," Mellon said with a wicked laugh.

 "Now why the hell would I want to do that?" I asked.

 "Because we both want to know what her plans are," Mellon said with a different smile.  It was the smile of a co-conspirator.  "I'll bet if I looked real hard, I could find one of those tiny little microphones."

 "You mean tape her conversation?" I asked surprised.

 "You got it.  I know you don't believe in conspiracies, but this one might be worth believing in," Mellon suggested.

 "Mellon, you are one real tricky bitch," I said.  "You knew this would happen."

 "No, but I knew something would.  People who hate anything, are also fascinated by it," Mellon informed me.  "So, want to go try on a microphone?"

 "Oh yeah," I said simply.  I was actually looking forward to Ms. Adams explanation of my role in the new society.

 When we arrived at the pre-plague elementary school, which now housed the police station, Mellon guided me to the crime lab.  The lab was located in a part of the building where I had never been.  It was deep in the basement of the old school.

 "Bird, I want you to meet Marty," she said pointing to the stocky woman.

 "Hi Marty," I said to the middle aged woman.  She was a little past being available.  I really thought someone should have explained that fact to her.  She flirted with me while she explained the transmitter and microphone to me.

 "Miniaturization has come a long way recently.  This is the latest transmitter," she explained as she handed me the tiny circuit board.  Anything we can put this in becomes a transmitter.  Anything we can hide this in, becomes the microphone," she explained handing me an even smaller circuit board.  Together they were no larger than a stamp and not a hell of a lot thicker.

 "We want to bug a person with body guards.  One who will be expecting it," Mellon said.  

 "Then what you need is a carrier," she said.

 "A what?" I asked stupidly.

 "Something we can insert after they search you and sweep the room for microphones," Marty said as she removed a roach from her desk drawer.

 "I should tell you, Marty is a genius," Mellon said to relieve my fears. "Don't worry Bird, the roach is plastic.  I had a tiny little delay progWhen you go into the buy, they will probably sweep you.  Once you come up clean, you can rest assured they won't bother to sweep again," Marty said with what she thought was a seductive smile.

 "Marty I have used this thing before, I know how to do it," Mellon informed her trying to cut her off.

 "Okay then it's one roach bug.  Anything else on your shopping list?" she asked.

 "No, that should do it for tonight, and thanks," Mellon said.

 "Always glad to help.  By the way Bird, you don't really look all that good with the black eyes.  Maybe you should come back when you feel better," Marty suggested with a leer.

 After we were outside the lab, I had a thought.  "Mellon, you know Marty is right.  I don't look so good.  Why do you think that bitch invited me to her place?" I asked with a small laugh.

 "She probably plans to put a bag over your head," Mellon said with a great laugh.

 "Yeah, plastic," I said no longer smiling at the thought of a conversation with the congresswomen.

 "Don't worry, I will be down in the Byrd.  If she does anything like that, I should be there in five or ten minutes," she said with yet another laugh.

 "You really think this is funny? "  I asked, then added, "Okay, let's do it before I change my mind,"

 As Mellon suggested I placed the roach on the floor just outside the door.  When the guards opened the door I moved it just inside with my foot.  As Marty had predicted the body guards ran a scanner over me.  I was forced to give up my pistol and handcuffs.  I really hated to give up the pistol, but I expected the bodyguards knew best.  I probably would have shot the old bitch.

 "Give him back the cuffs.  You never can tell, they might come in handy," the congresswoman said with a wicked laugh.

 "I really didn't come here for that," I said defensively.

 "I know you came to hear my plans for you Orphs," she said with a sneer.  "Leave us," she said to the bodyguards.  Once they were gone she moved to stand right in front of me.  She looked hard into my eyes, then said, "I think it is time for a lesson in obedience,"

 Something about those words triggered a memory hidden deep in my brain.  I tried to resist it, but the memory filled my mind completely.  The memory was a solid thing that occupied the space usually reserved for processing my thoughts.  "Yes Ma'am," I heard myself say.

 "What is it that you want Orph?" she asked.

 "I want to please you.  I want to do whatever will please you.  I want only to please you," I said all of it like a church litany.

 "Good, did you learn your last lesson?" she asked.

 "Yes Ma'am," I replied.

 "Do you have your band?" she asked.

 "No Ma'am," I replied.

 "I am not pleased Orph.  You will always keep your band with you, from this day forward," she demanded.

 "Yes Ma'am," I replied.

 "In that case, I happen to have one with me.  I just never know when I will bump into an Orph," she said.  Her statement required no answer, so I gave none.  I watched as she seated herself on the sofa.  "Now Orph we will begin.  Come here and knell before your mistress," she demanded.

 I did as she ordered.  "Now Orph, removed my panties,"  I did that and everything else she demanded.  When she finished with me, she called her body guards who forced me from the room.  I stood in the hallway for a long time not really knowing what to do next.  I mean my mind was still fogged.  Just before she recalled her bodyguards, she had given me the command to forget everything which had occurred.  The problem was that it also left me with a void I needed a few minutes to fill.

 "Bird, are you okay," Mellon asked.

 I shook my head hard.  "Yeah I guess, what the hell happened?" I asked.

 "Come on down, I will play the tape for you," Mellon suggested.

 In the Bird I listened to the congresswoman's demanded voice and then my own flat monotone.  "My god Mellon, I have been programmed," I said more than a little surprised by the events which had taken place in the hotel room. "Yeah, it sure seems that way.  I mean why in the world would you breed that pig, when there are so many prettier women in the world?" Mellon asked seriously.

 "You don't get it.  I would have done anything she said.  I would have done anything, don't you understand," I said.  I knew in my heart that anything meant exactly that.  I would have even killed for her.  It was frightening thought.

 "Sure, but what are we going to do about it.  I mean, we can't exactly go to the FBI, congress owns the FBI.  Every congresswoman may know about the programming," Mellon said shaking her head.

 "If we do go to the FBI what happens?" I asked.

 "Me and you get real dead, real quick.  Damn, I got to think," Mellon said.  Mellon didn't speak for a long time.  When she did, it wasn't what I wanted to hear.  "Here's the deal,  since the prosecutors have declared that what she did as not really rape, she didn't break any law.  All she really did was force you breed her.  I mean it wasn't a really big deal.  So for now,  we just forget it.  It has nothing to do with our case, at least not just yet," Mellon said.

 "Mellon have you ever been raped?  Of course not, how could I ask that, there is no one to rape you," I said.

 "You don't think women can rape other women?" she asked angrily.  "Come on you jerk, I want to show you something."

 Mellon drove the Byrd at top speed to the station.  I followed her into the vice office.  "Vice investigates rapes.  There isn't a lot of vice these days, so we began calling rape a vice,"  I watched as she went through a file cabinet.  She removed a dozen folders.  "Those," she said are this years rapes.  Since the non prosecution mandate, we have destroyed all the nonviolent ones.  Take a look at those photos," she demanded.

 I opened the first folder and found a woman who had the same black eyes as me.  I read the report summery.  She had been walking home from work around nine in the evening.  A car pulled over and offered her a ride.  She refused because the car appeared to be filled with frogs.  One of the occupants got out of the car and pushed her down a bank.  The frog followed behind.  The victim was forced under a highway bridge.  Cars passed below as she was told to perform certain acts on the frog.  When she refused one of the frogs broke her nose.  The victim finally relented.  It was an act she had performed a hundred times for her lover, but she had refused to do it for a stranger.  Her refusal got her a broken nose.

 I went through the other files.  I found everything from a broken arm to a mutilation in the files.  When I finished, I looked up at Mellon.  "I'm sorry, I just didn't understand that women could do that to another woman," I said seriously.

 "I guess, I didn't think what it must feel like to do those things without wanting to do them.  I'm sorry Bird, I should have come to your rescue.  I just didn't think it made any difference to you.  I mean, we were always told men would do it with anyone, given the chance,"  I noticed a tear in her eye.

 "No sweat," I said.  "I already had the black eyes."

 "So do you want to pull the congresswoman in?" Mellon asked.

 "Right, then we would both be out of a job, she would walk anyway.  No you were right, let's just try to forget it," I suggested.

 "I hate to say it, but it is the only thing we can do," Mellon said sadly.

 "So I guess I will go home, unless you have some really hot lead?" I asked sarcastically.

 "Sorry, no hot leads here," Mellon said.  "Why don't you take tomorrow off, then join your regular shift of Sunday."

 "No, I'll make the shift tomorrow," I informed her.

 "Okay, you do understand, I only had you for the two days, no matter what?" Mellon asked.

 "Sure, you told me that going in," I agreed.

 "So, I'll be seeing you around," she said.

 "I expect so," I said as I walked out the door.  

 When I arrived home my nose began to hurt like hell.  I popped the pain killer then waited for it to take effect.  When I felt no relief in twenty minutes, I popped the Biomide.  In a couple of minutes the edge was gone from the pain.  It still took another half hour for the pain killer to really kick in, but the Biomide took the edge off it a lot faster.  The Biomide didn't exactly cause me to reach the highly turned on state it had before, but it did cause me to relive the experiences, even the one with the congresswoman.  I remembered each of them in great detail.  It was not an altogether unpleasant experience, I found to my surprise.

 When I awoke the next morning, I popped the painkiller but avoided the Biomide.   I didn't think the mello feeling created by the mix, would be appropriate for a cop on duty.  When I arrived at the station, it was the first time my fellow cops had seem my nose.

 "My God Bird, what did the frog hit you with?" Anders asked to the enjoyment of the others.

 "Her fist," I admitted with a laugh.

 "Odds were about a million to one, that she would hit you in just the right place to break it," one of the others added.

 "Damn Frogs, if they would let us kill them all, out problems would be cut in half," A third cop said.

 "It is true, most of the violent crime is committed by the frogs," Anders agreed.

 "Attention ladies, and Bird," the Sergeant said with a smile.  She read her morning alerts then made the assignments.  I drew an assignment with Anders in a zone car.  I expected it was the Sergeants idea of giving me a break.  I sure as hell didn't look like I should be walking a beat. My looks wouldn't exactly inspire confidence in the general population of women.

 "Do you want to drive," Anders asked.

 "Hell no, I am on happy pills," I answered.

 "Good, I don't expect you are a very good driver anyway,"  Not enough experience she went on to explain.

 "Then you don't think it is genetic?" I asked playfully.

 "I think they have mapped all the genes by now, and I never heard of a driving gene," she said jokingly.  "Maybe it is related to the aggression gene.  I know men have one of those."

 Anders drove the zone car around in circles all day.  We transported prisoners and backed up the beat officers, when ever they had to answer a call.  We also answered radio calls in the non downtown area.  Even with half a dozen cars, we were stretched awfully thin.  The calls kept us hopping until three.  On the way into the station we picked up a beat officer.

 "God what a day," the cop said shaking her head.

 "What happened to you Hartman?" Anders asked.  I was glad Anders asked, since I had forgotten her name.  To add to my confusion she had apparently forgotten her name tag.

 "Shoplifters all day long, some of these mothers, should beat hell out of their little girls," Hartman answered.

 "Why don't you do it for them?" I asked smiling.

 "That's a good idea, against regulations, but still a damned good idea,"  She paused to reflect on it for a moment.  "You know Bird, I think you hold a record for the most crap on your first shift," she said.

 "Busby was, but the fights aren't.  Bird missed it by two," Anders said authoritatively.

 "What do you mean?  Somebody else had this kind of first rotation?" I asked the disbelief in my voice.

 "Sure," Hartman replied.  "There are two things every cop wants to know about a rookie.   Will she fight, and will she fight again."

 Anders joined her in the hearty laugh.  "So do I pass?" I asked.

 "The jury is still out," Hartman said seriously.  "I mean we know you will fight, but we don't know if you are a stand up gal, I mean guy."

 "You mean the Willis thing?" I asked.

 "Yeah, I want to hear you tell me why you rolled her up," Hartman demanded gently.

 "I can tell you," Anders said.

 "No Ellie, I want to hear it from Bird," Hartman said.

 "Okay, let me tell you like the Sergeant told me.  I could cover for Willis and get a letter in my file, or I could tell the truth.  If I told the truth and asked for a poly it would put Willis on the spot.  If she copped to it, she got a letter, same as I would have.  If she refused to cop or to take the poly, she would be fired.  If she took and failed the poly she would be gone.  I almost took the letter.  I would have if the Sergeant hadn't asked me this one question, 'Would you feel comfortable with Willis for a partner'.  I thought about that for a while, then she asked.  'Do you want to force her on someone else, knowing what she might do to them'.  I thought about it only a couple of more minutes.  I knew what kind of shit I might have to take, but I also knew I was doing the right thing for us all," I said.

 "So, you actually did it for the department?" Hartman asked.

 "Hell no, I did it to get even," I said.

 It took Hartman a long moment to get the joke, then she burst into laughter along with Anders.  When we arrived at the station, I didn't even go inside. Instead I switched to my Bryd, then drove home.  I arrived around three thirty in the afternoon on that Saturday.  I was secretly pleased to have only one more day on the rotation.  I knew I needed rest.  My nose hadn't hurt nearly as bad, but I knew I still needed some bed rest.  That was my grand plan, a couple of days without leaving the apartment, just sleep and watch my tiny TV.

 I got the call around nine.  "Mr. Bird?" the metallic voice asked.

 "Yes," I answered.

 "My name is Franchese, I am calling for Ms. Dominese.  She would like to invite you for a late supper at Julia's." the metallic voice went on.

 "I'm sorry, I don't know any Ms. Dominese, and it is a little late to meet with anyone," I explained.

 "She said, if you didn't remember to give you this message.  'She has decided you shouldn't wait for your face to heal after all.'  That is the message.  Also that she will send a car for you at eleven.  Don't worry you are to come in the rear door, so as not to be seen by any of your cop buddies." the voice explained.

 "I really don't think that would be a very good idea," I said.

 "I think you should do it, just this once Ms. Bird.  I mean Mr. Bird.  Ms. Dominese has something to show you," the voice said.

 "Okay, I'll meet you outside my apartment at eleven.  Do you need directions?" I asked.  The metallic voice just laughed, then hung up on me.  Obviously she didn't need directions.

 I killed the time before the meeting with a long hot shower, then the removal of the nose packing.  I have to admit it would have been easier at the hospital but my tweezers worked just fine.  I knew better than to blow my nose, but a long wooden spear with a cotton swab on the end, when soaked in water removed a lot of the dried blood.  No matter how hard I tried I couldn't breath through it until I used a rubber syringe to force warm salt water into the sinus cavities.  It took several times but eventually I was able to breath, if not normally then at least a little.  I also felt as though I were going to drown from the water up my nose.

 I stood outside, from five minutes before eleven until about three minutes after eleven.  The large gasoline powered car pulled up beside me.  The rear door opened and I was quickly searched.  I had expected it, so I left my pistol home.  After all, if she wanted me killed, my chances with a single pistol were about  minus zero.  After the quick but professional pat down, I was helped into the car.

 When we arrived at the restaurant, the driver parked in the rear of the building.  I was led through the kitchen to a private dining room on the second floor.  There I found Anna seated at the single table in the middle of the room.  I thanked God that she was as dark and beautiful as I remembered her.  With the amount of drugs in my body at our last meeting, I couldn't be sure my mind hadn't played a trick on me.  Unlike the last time I had seen her, she was wearing a real dress.  I was black and it clung to her making it was easy to determine that her body was first rate, almost perfectly proportioned.  Her hips might have been ever so slightly larger than her chest, but I couldn't be sure since she remained seated as I entered.

 ###"I see the swelling has gone down quite a bit since I saw you last," she commented.  "I'm glad, you seem a little less intense."

 "I am in very little pain at the moment.  I have to admit, I am a little surprised that you remembered me," I suggested.

 "Mr. Bird, how could I forget the only man I have ever met outside work.  Not to mention one with such good taste," she said knowing I would remember my statement about her beauty.

 "No matter the reason, I am happy to see that you remembered me.  I am not sure this meeting was such a good idea," I suggested carefully.

 "Please sit down and allow me to try to change your mind," she said motioning me to the seat across from her.

 I took the seat because I wanted to, but also because I felt this might not be the best place to appear rude. I nodded my thanks.

 "Sam," she said to the woman standing beside her.  "Please pour Mr. Bird a glass of wine."

 "I'm so sorry, but I can't drink the wine.  I am still taking painkillers," I admitted.

 "Well is there anything else you would like to drink?" she asked.

 "Iced tea, if you have it?" I asked.

 "Sam, see if you can find some of that horrid stuff the Americans seem to like so much," Anna said.

 "Thank you, I hope I am not being too much trouble?" I asked.

 "Not yet," she said with a warm smile.  Some time passed while we waited for Sam to return.  I was really amazed by her looks.  She was by far the prettiest woman I had seen in my life.  Then I hadn't really seen all that many.

 "So Mr. Bird, how is your investigation going?" she asked.

 "I'm afraid you have it wrong.  It is not my investigation, I was only helping out officer Mellon," I explained.

 "So you didn't like being a detective?" she asked.

 "Actually I did, but I have a lot of time to put in on the street before I can be considered for the job," I explained.

 "Then maybe you should consider another line of work," she suggested.

 "There are only two things I know how to do.  I refuse to do the other," I said.

 "Ah, but you may have no choice," she informed me.

 "I do hope that isn't a threat?" I asked suspiciously.

 Her laughter was light and even a little sweet.  "Hardly, it just seems there are certain people trying to make sure that breeding is your only career choice," she said.

 "Is that likely to happen?" I asked.

 "Who knows," she said looking at me rather strangely.  "Let us order now, then talk further after dinner."

 "Why not?" I asked.

 "So what strikes your fancy?" she asked.

 "I have no idea, the menu is in Italian.  Why don't you order for me.  I trust you," I said meaning it.

 "I do believe you mean that," she said.  She turned immediately to Sam, then rattled off a long Italian sentence or paragraph.,  I really couldn't tell which it was.

 "The food should be here in a few minutes.  Could we talk about something besides your job for a while?" she asked.

 "Okay, how about your job?" I asked.

 She actually laughed her little laugh again.  "Let's see, how to I best describe my job.  I am sort of a supplier of things women want, but don't want anyone to know they want," she said.

 "Do you mean like cheap TVs," I said.

 "Lord no, some of my associates deal in those sorts of things.  I deal in dreams," she said.

 "Like in drugs?" I asked.

 "Are you stupid or are you trying to insult me?" she asked angrily.

 "I guess I am stupid, because I am most definitely not trying to insult you.  My guess is that would be worse than stupid," I answered.

 "Mr. Bird are you truly interested, or are you being a cop?" she asked.

 "I want to understand not judge.  Of course I am a cop, so you might not want to go into detail," I said.

 "Then let me tell you what I do not deal in," she said.  I nodded.  "I do not deal in dope.  I do not deal in Child pornography.  I do not deal in hot TVs,"  she stopped for a moment then smiled.  "About anything else is fair game.  You see, I deal in what people want, but don't want anyone else to have," she said.

 "I thought everything was legal in this new world," I said.

 "As far as I know almost everything is.  I said I dealt in what they want, but don't want anyone to know they want.  For instance, one of my businesses makes porno films.  As you might guess, women want to see what is not available to them.  I have a couple of computer nerds on my payroll, who can make a better man than God," she said with a smile.

 "I think I see, making the films isn't illegal, nor is selling them.  It's just that no one wants to admit to buying them?" I asked.

 "Exactly, there are hundreds of other things just like that," she said.

 "Like the strip bar where I got my nose broken?" I asked without any ranker.

 "Yes, I actually own six of them.  Only one is a frog bar, the others are quite nice places.  See there are a lot of women who like to see other women take their clothes off.  In some of them, the dancers are even quite good.  At least that is what I am told," Anna said with a smile.

 "So you really don't do anything illegal?" I asked expecting a denial.

 "Of course I do.  I just try not to make a habit of it," she said giving me the gentle laugh again.

 "So, which of your businesses do you like best?" I asked.

 "That would be a toss up, I like Julia's and I like the roadhouse," she said.

 "The roadhouse?" I asked.

 "It's a little casino outside of town," she informed me.

 "Why outside of town?" I asked.

 "Gambling is illegal inside the city limits," she said.

 "Okay, so which one is your least favorite?" I asked.

 "Right now, I expect it is the ranch," she said seriously.  "Frankly I expected it to be the best of all my enterprises, but it has been more trouble than it is worth," she admitted.

 "So you don't like cattle?" I asked.

 "You really are stupid," she saw the effect her words had on me.  "I didn't really mean stupid.  I meant unsophisticated," she quickly corrected herself.

 "Stupid may really be more accurate," I said sadly.

 "No, you just haven't been exposed to the world.  Sometimes, I wish I could say the same about me," she admitted.  "Anyway the ranch is a house for breeders.  I hired several of the first group released from the institute."

 "You mean that recruiter was from you?" I asked.

 "I expect so, I doubt anyone else was recruiting breeders," she admitted.  I detected an unspoken, 'they better not be', in there somewhere. 

 "So why was it disappointing?" I asked.

 "Frankly only the executives can afford the prices, and for some reason most of them have stayed away," she said.

 "I expect that has something to do with romance," I suggested.

 "Please explain that to me?" she asked softly.

 "I am the wrong person to ask," I said honestly.

 "No please, I want to hear what you think," she said.

 "Only if you promise, not to take me too seriously," I suggested.

 "Okay, I won't take you seriously, but please go on," she said.

 "The best I can tell, the executives are different from most of the women I have met.  Frankly Anna, I have been drugged and abused in only the few weeks I have been out of the institute.  Once the government lifted their prosecution of non violent rape, then after they released that story on Biomide, the world has changed.  Anyway, all the women who have come on to me are strictly middle class.  They tell me that the prices for the breeders is too high, but even more, they say they don't want to pay for sex.  I think men are a curiosity, but not worth the price to a woman, unless she is in heat," I said.

 "You are saying that for the fun part, a woman would do as well, but if the woman is hot to breed, to get pregnant, she would be more inclined to pay for it?" she asked.

 "Yes, but that seems to be the problem.  The women who can afford the breeders so no want to be pregnant.  I mean they might not care if they got pregnant, but they wouldn't go out of their way to get pregnant.  Why should they, they have it all," I said.

 "That makes sense, but what about the romance," she asked.

 "Okay, if a woman felt that the man was interested in her.  If he gave her all the attention that a female lover does, then she might be willing to kind of tip him.  You know if there were no rate chart to worry about," I said.

 "Interesting, I never gave it much thought to tell you the truth.  So if I lower the prices, I could get the middle-class who want to get pregnant," she said.

 "Yes, but men aren't like women, they can't do it twenty times a night," I reminded her.

 "So what you are saying, is for me to get out of the business," she said.

 "Either that, or create your own demand, somehow," I suggested.

 "You mean a middle-class woman would pay the two hundred to get pregnant, even without the romance," she said.

 "Sure, there have to be enough of them to keep every breeder you have busy.  That is if you can arrange it, so that there is no hope they can get bred for the price of a bottle of Biomide," I said.

 "So if the prosecution of non violent rape were restored, women would go to the ranch to get bred, rather than hope a man might come along they could rape," she said.

 "I don't know, it just seems likely to me," I suggested.

 "You know, I really don't believe this is just coming from the goodness of your heart, you have an ax to grind," she accused.

 "Sure I do, I really hate the idea of women slipping me Biomide, just to get bred," I admitted.

 "Why would you object, I understand it is a pleasant experience?" she asked.

 "I'm sure it is, if it is your choice.  I don't think you would like to be forced to do anything at all," I said.

 "You do have a point there.  So what I would be taking away from the women would not really be the men as much as the hope of finding a man," she said.

 "Exactly, without that hope, they should flock to your ranch," I suggested.

 "Interesting idea, I will have to discuss it with my experts," Anna said.  Now eat your dinner before it gets cold.  I ate and I enjoyed it greatly.  

 "I don't suppose you would consider working for me?" she asked.

 "I haven't changed my mind about being a breeder," I said.

 "Not as a breeder as a manager," she said.

 "I do appreciate the offer, but I like being a cop," I said.

 "I intend to try to change your mind," she said with a shy smile.

 "I am not going to change my mind, but I look forward to your trying," I admitted.

 "Now that you have had your dinner, what would you like to do," she asked with that shy smile.

 "Truth?" I asked.

 "Truth," she said.

 "I have to work one more day shift.  I really do need to get home and to sleep," I said sadly.

 "If not that, what would you like to do?  Just so that I will know next time," she said.

 "I would like to take a walk with you," I said.

 "Even with six chaperones?" she asked.

 "Even with six body guards," I admitted. 

 "Then you have a date.  I believe you are off work on Monday.  I will have someone call you.  If I can manage a day off, you and I will have a picnic and a walk in the woods," she said seriously.

 "I would like that very much," I said.

 "Well then, I think you should go home and rest.  I would not like for you to be injured again, especially not for lack of sleep," she said.

 Even with the six body guards watching I asked, "I would like to kiss you goodnight?"

 "Not if you have to ask Bird," she said with a giggle.  I nodded then left the private dinning room.  I was slipped out the rear door, then driven home.

 I got a grand total of three hours sleep that night.  When I arrived at work the Sergeant assigned me to the zone car with Anders again.  I enjoyed working with Anders, so I didn't complain.

 "Anders, you know we are going to have to stop meeting like this," I said when we got into the car.

 "I know cops are beginning to talk," she said with a laugh.

 Anders made the complete tour of our zone before she pulled into the same lousy coffee shop where Mellon hung out.  I ordered iced tea and a donut.  I had already learned their coffee was lethal.

 "You do know, you are finally being accepted as one of the girls," Anders said.  "Hartman told everyone why you rolled over on Willis.  I think all the girls understood, they would have done the same.  It didn't hurt that Willis was a bitch."

 "Well, I am happy to hear that," I said truthfully.

 "God, I am glad today is the last of the day shift.  I absolutely hate days," she said.

 "So what are swings like," I asked.

 "We have walking beats for two hours, then everybody goes into a zone car.  After six things start popping.  By ten we are snowed under with calls.  It is a damned site more fun than days," she said.

  I nodded, "Have the detectives found out any more about our shooter?" I asked.

 "Not a word, at least nothing they are telling.  I think it was all a bluff.  I think, when they catch the shooter, she will never have planned another one," Willis guessed.

 "I sure as hell hope you are right, because I don't think they will catch her before the month is over," I said.

 "Well let's hope you are wrong," Anders said.

 Since it was Sunday there were no downtown walking beats.  The whole platoon was inside zone cars.  With so many cars, to answer so few calls, we actually had a day off.  It was so quiet, I never left the car at all. I went into the station to check out on that Sunday afternoon.  The Sergeant called me into her office as I was preparing to leave the building.  

 "Hank," she said.  "I have to name an officer for the new tac squad.  I know I should offer it to the others first, but you are the one who has done the most good this month."

 I didn't even try to figure out what she meant by that remark.  "So what is the tac squad?" I asked.

 "Each station sends one man.  The squad works out of the downtown station.  You would be assigned to this area, but answer to the tac officer.  There are only two duties, check buildings for break-ins and back up any dangerous calls.  You know prowlers, fights or man with a gun.  It is a set shift and the assignment lasts for six months," she said.

 "So what is the shift?" I asked.

 "Eight p.m. until four a.m. five nights a week.  Unfortunately the five nights include every week end.  Our crack statistical team, tells us that most break-ins and nasty calls all happen from Thursday until Monday nights.  I plan to put you in for the job.  That is unless you refuse it.  I mean you have been through a lot during your first rotation.  You can refuse if you want," she said.

 "When would I start?" I asked.

 "The next time we come up on day shift," she said.

 "Sure why not, I never wanted a training officer anyway," I said.

 "You would be away from the training officer after the rotation anyway, so don't let that be the deciding factor," the Sergeant said.

 "I was only kidding.  Sure put me in for it," I said.

 "Actually every platoon sends forth a name.  You are going to be only one of four names.  Odds are you won't get it," the Sergeant said.  "After all you are a rookie."

 "I don't know, it will keep me out of sight," I said with a smile.

 "Well that may be true, but I am sending you forward, because you are the best one for the job," she said.

 I spent my evening with a pre-plague book.  I kind of enjoyed reading about the days when men were not a minority, and certainly not at the whim of women.  It was a book about one of the great wars.  It was filled with heroism and men acting like men.  I would have read the book until I fell asleep had not I received a call from Anders.

 "Yes Anders?" I asked after I recognized her voice.

 "Hank, you are the closest thing I have to a friend, I need to talk to someone," she said.

 "Do you want to come over?" I asked secretly hoping she didn't.

 "You don't mind?" she asked almost in tears.

 "Of course not," I answered.

 Anders arrive around ten.  To my shame, the first thing I notice about her was how much better she looked out of uniform.  She was a very attractive woman, if not a knock out.  She had a few years on me, but I had long since become accustomed to that.  What had looked like a dumpy woman turned out to be a very attractive voluptuous woman.  That damned double knit uniform made everyone look fat.

 "So what's wrong Anders?" I asked sympathetically.

 "Please call me Ellie," she insisted.

 "Okay, what's wrong Ellie?" I asked again.

 "It's Lori, she left me tonight.  Actually it was this afternoon," Anders said.

 "Why did she do that?" I asked, even though I had never heard her mention a Lori.

 "She said, I was too absorbed in my work," Anders replied.

 "Well you are a cop.  They tell me that is most often stated reason for a breakup among cops," I replied.

 "I know,  but Hank it looks like they would cut us some slack.  I mean they have to know, what this kind of shit does to a person," she said.  I didn't have any answers so I kept quiet.  "Do you have a drink around here?" she asked.

 "Sure," I replied going into the kitchen to retrieve a half gallon of cheap bourbon. I turned with the bourbon in my hand.  I almost dropped it when I came face to face with Anders.  She had followed me to the kitchen without making a sound.  I actually took a step backwards.  

 "What do you want with this?" I asked.

 "Coke, or ginger ale," she answered obviously not really thinking about it.

 "You get ginger ale," I said with a smile.

 "Whatever," Anders said.  "Hank, I just don't understand women."

 "Honey, if you expect me to help with that, you might as well go home," I suggested.

 "I know, you are the last person to explain women to me.  I just love her so much, and I can't figure her out," Anders said miserably.

 "Ellie, I guess you need to figure out what she wants, then decide if you can give it to her," I said trying to appear wise.

 "How the hell would I know what she wants?" Anders asked angrily.

 "Did you ever ask her?" I shot back.

 "I thought you were supposed to, just know," she answered.

 "I think, if you don't 'just know' you are supposed to ask," I replied.

 Ander's drink was gone already.  I poured her another one.  I tried to make it light but she held the bottle down until it was half bourbon and half ginger ale.  I waited while she took the drink into the living room of the small apartment.

 "I swear Hank, I can't lose her.  I love her," Ellie said.  "And besides she gives the best lovin' ever," she said trying to smile.

 "Anders, I don't need to hear that," I said before she began going into details.

 "I'm sorry, I guess I am just really shook up by this," Anders said.

 "You know that sex has very little to do with a loving relationship.  If her abilities in bed are all you care about, then you probably need to just look for someone else," I said.

 "I really don't want anyone else, I mean she does all the things a woman could ask for," Anders said.

 "You are back to talking sex again.  Surely there is more than that to your relationship," I suggested.

 "I know there is, but I keep thinking about how she makes me feel.  I mean you just don't know what it's like," she said.

 "No Anders," I said.  "I don't know what it is like to make love with someone you care about."

 "I'm sorry Hank, I had forgotten that you were fresh out of the institute," Anders said. "Ellie, it might surprise you to learn that I do know what sex, just for the sake of sex is like," I said.

 "Tell you what, fix me another drink, then tell me how you know," Ellie said with a smile.

 Unfortunately I had been matching her drink for drink.  "Come to the kitchen and I will fix you a drink, and tell you my sad little tale," I suggested.

 She followed and I poured two very strong drinks.  I followed her back to the relative comfort of my living room.  "Okay bitch, here it comes,"  I said.  "You remember that little TV news bitch?" I asked.

 "Sure I remember her," Anders admitted with a disgusted look on her face.

 "Well she doped me, and you can guess what happened next," I said.

 "We all figured that," Anders said.  "So how was your first time?"

 "Let me tell you Anders," I said drunkenly.  "Getting bred even without the love ain't all that bad."

 "So it wasn't really rape.  I mean you can't really rape the willing," she said.

 "Oh it was rape, I mean I felt like hell the next day.  While it was happening is a different story entirely," I admitted.

 "So what you are telling me, is that the sex and love are not the same thing?" she asked.

 "Not to me," I replied.

 "Since you have had sex once, I don't think that makes you an authority," Anders said.

 "Well it was more than once, but you are still right.  I am certainly no authority on love," I admitted.

 "So who was next," she asked.

 "Oh no, you first," I demanded drunkenly.  "Tell me about the Mellon's Doctor?" I demanded.

 "You mean, the one who set your nose?"  I nodded.  "Hell I had her before Mellon," Anders explained.  "We are talking about the same one, right?" she asked.

 "That would be the whore," I answered with a drunken lisp.

 "I don't know about that, after all I am special.  I mean, she might not have done it with anyone before me," Anders said.

 "Ellie baby, they have all done it with someone else," I said.

 "So, do you want to hear this or what?" she asked drunkenly.

 "Go on, I want to know," I said. "But skip the dinner and walk in the sunset,"

 "Okay, we drank a lot and it happened.  Just that once though, I swear," Anders said.  "For God's sake don't tell Mellon.  I never told her about me and the Doc."

 "So how was she?" I asked.  I guess I was curious.

 "To tell the truth she was a hell of a kisser, but otherwise it was pretty awful.  She did have the greatest assortment of probes I have ever seen," Jennifer said with a great drunken laugh.

 "So on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate her?" I asked.

 "No more than a seven, I mean if she had a better tongue action, I would rate her higher," Anders said with a laugh that left her breathless.

 "God that is hilarious," I said gasping for breathe.

 "So, now you tell me about number two," Anders said.  "And I want details this time,"

 "Number two was my landlady.  She slipped me a Biomide in a cup of coffee.  It was shortly after that news bitch's story.  Like Lola said, she had permission from the state to do it,"

 "Lola, is she a stripper or what?" Jennifer asked slurring her words.

 "Hell no, she is a druggist," I said breaking into an uncontrollable laugh.  Anders joined me.

 "Anyway she doped me and we did it.  The worst thing was I didn't have my band.  It was a real bitch," I said laughing at the end.

 "What the hell is a band?" Anders asked.

 "Well, I can show you better than I can explain," I said standing, then walking to my bedroom on shaky legs.  I returned a few seconds later with the flesh colored elastic band.

 "What the hell does this thing do," Anders asked.

 "Damn Anders, I thought you knew everything," I said.

 "Hell Hank, you are the first man I have ever known," she admitted.

 "Well sweetie you are about to learn more than you ever wanted to know about men.  This little thing goes around the base of my tool.  It keeps the blood in and prevents the semen from getting out.  With this little tool, I can do it all night.  When the woman has had enough, I undo it and then all hell breaks lose," I said.

 "Let me get this straight, with that thing on you can do it as long as you want?"  Anders asked.

 "You betcha," I admitted.  "Not only that, but I can so everything else better than any woman you ever knew."

 "Bullshit, only a woman knows how another woman feels," she said.

 "Anders sweetie, you have been listening to the propaganda films.  There are signals that anyone can read," I said.

 "Surely you don't mean you can make love better than Julie.  I mean using her own tricks?" she asked skeptically."

 "Sure I can," I boasted.

 "Okay, this I have to see," she said.

 "Look sweetie, we are both drunk and this is against all the rules.  Let's not do this," I suggested half heartedly.

 "Oh no you don't, you can't say something like that then back down," Anders said.

 "Then you have to swear you will never tell what happens here," I admonished her.

 "Pinky swear," she said holding up her finger.

 I didn't even bother to answer.  I simply swung my body around in front of her.  I removed her panties then buried my face between her legs.

 Two hours later, I said, "I am going to bed.  You aren't in any shape to drive.  You can sleep on the sofa or you can come to bed with me."

 "I choose you," she said dreamily.  "So if I come to bed with you.  Do I get bred in addition to the other?"

 "No, I am too drunk to get it up," I admitted.

 "Okay, I can live with that," she admitted.  "By the way, that was better than Julie."

 "I know," I said staggering off to bed.

 I barely noticed when Ellie joined me.  When I awoke, at almost noon the next day, she was gone.  I found the note on the pillow where she had slept.  'This never happened' the note said.  I was thankful for the note, even though I had technically not broken the rules.  I hadn't actually bred her.

 I had been up and moving around about three hours, when the call came.  "This is Sam," the voice said.  "Where would you like to be picked up?"

 "The parking garage on Green street," I suggested.

 "One hour," the voice said.

 I was on time and more sober than I expected.  The car drove me to the country.  I was a little surprised when it dropped me in front of a very tasteful country home.  Anna met me at the door.

 "I have the picnic ready for us," she said.  "Sorry, but I didn't fix it myself," she said.  "At least it should be fit to eat."

 I carried the basket as she and I walked down the farm road.  I have to admit that the body guards bothered me a little.  Anna and I spread the blanket on the grassy meadow near the house.  We ate fried chicken and potato salad, since I wasn't driving there was even a bottle of wine.  We talked about movies and other non subjects for a long while.

 Out of the blue she said, "I heard the tapes from your apartment.  I know that the news woman drugged you.  I understand that, but what about Anders?"

 It took me a few seconds to compose an answer.  "I guess you would have to be a cop to understand," I said.

 "Help me to understand," she said.

 "If you tell me how you got the tapes, I will tell you what they mean," I said.

 "That is fair," she said.  "I found out who was taping you, and I bribed them."

 "So who is taping me?" I asked.

 "First you tell me about Anders," she demanded.

 "I guess, I was drunk won't do?" I asked.

 "I already took that into consideration.  There has to be more?" she asked.

 "There is," I began.  "When you 'partner up' with someone a kind of instant bond develops.  When you depend on that person for your life, it is hard not to help them when they need help.  Anders thought that because Lori was a great lover that  she was in love.  I simply showed her that there was more to love than sex," I said.

 "'So it meant nothing?" she asked.

 "No it meant something, just what I told you," I explained.

 "Let me explain something to you.  I have quickly developed a certain fondness for you.  I don't intent to share you with anyone else.  If you feel the need to help your partner again, I suggest you fight it," Anna demanded.

 "What exactly are you saying?" I asked.

 "So, you need it spelled out for you.  Okay, I don't really mind.  Until I decide exactly how I feel about you, you are not to engage in sex with any other women.  Not any kind of sex," she said dangerously.

 "I can't help it if they drug me," I said honestly.

 "I understand that, but you weren't drugged last night," she said angrily.

 "No, but I was drunk," I said.

 "Well that won't do.  You chose to drink with that slut.  The next time it happens, someone is going to be awfully sorry," Anna said.

 "Why would you say a thing like that?" I asked.

 "I told you, I am still trying to decide what I feel for you.  If it is more than just the novelty of your being a man, then I don't want you to bring a lot of baggage into our relationship.  If it is just going to be a physical thing, I don't want to share you with anyone else."

 "That all sounds fine, but don't I have anything to say about it?" I asked.

 "Of course you do.  I am not going to kidnap you into white slavery," she admitted with a girlish giggle.  "I am pretty sure you feel something for me.  I doubt that either of us is quite sure exactly what it is."

 "Maybe I should talk this over with Doctor Lewis," I suggested.

 "I think not, this one you need to work out yourself.  Besides Lewis works for the government.  It would be a mistake to ever talk to her again," Anna said.  

 I had a feeling she knew more than she was telling.  She was also playing right into my paranoia.  Things had just been happening to me lately, things I couldn't do anything about.  I certainly didn't like how my life was going at the moment.  At least Anna didn't know about the congresswoman or the pharmacist.  If she had known, she would really have been pissed or maybe not, since I hadn't consented with either of them.  

 "So, who is taping my apartment?" I asked.

 "It doesn't matter, you can't do anything about it anyway," Anna said.

 "If the cops get the tapes, I am out of a job," I said.

 "Not for long, I have a place for you anytime.  Besides the cops will never see that particular tape.  That is unless you upset me," she promised.

 "Okay, then to change the subject, are we ever going to be alone?" I asked motioning toward the bodyguards.

 "Not as long as we are outside.  On the second floor of the house, in a room with no possible outside entry, then maybe I could convince them to leave us alone," she said with that little girl giggle.

 "So next time, I won't ask for a picnic or a walk," I suggested.

 "Next time, who said there would be a next time," she said with a smile.

 "You really can't do this to me.  I mean, you tell me I can't see other women, then you tell me there may not be a next time.  That just isn't fair," I said jokingly.

 "Life is most definitely not fair," she admitted with a secret smile.  "You do have a point though.  How about this, if I decide there definitely will not be a next time, then I will release you."

 "I guess that's fair," I said.

 "I hate to do this, but I have work to do," Anna said.

 "I guess I can find a way to spend my day off," I said with a wicked smile.

 "Oh no, you are going to be a good boy, or I am going to turn you into a good girl," Anna said without any expression at all.  I thought at the time she just might be joking, but I wasn't all that sure.  I sure as hell wasn't willing to bet my life on it.

 On the ride home I began to wonder, if seeing her was such a good idea after all.  She could ruin me in about every possible way.  The benefits were certainly outweighed by the danger.  Then I again, I was a cop because danger appealed to me.

 When the driver dropped me at my Byrd, she handed me a small cardboard box.  "I think you can figure this out.  Don't worry it's not all that uncommon for people to have one of these.  Everybody is scared of wire taps there days," she said.

 I nodded as though I knew what the hell she was talking about.  I drove the Byrd home before I opened the box.  The box's label read, 'Dedicated voice scrambler'.  Inside the box was a note from Anna.  'I would like to call you on the communicator, so attach this.  After that no one will be able to listen in on our conversations.  It is really for you, since I would never say anything which might cause me any trouble. Anna.'

 The installation was simple.  I just unplugged the communicator, then inserted the box into the line.  It didn't even need an outside power source.  I was feeling pretty secure when a thought struck me hard.  If Anna had gotten the tapes, she was probably having my apartment watched.  I could get into a lot of trouble without planning it.  Anyone could come to my door, then I would have Anna on my ass.  A chill ran up my spine, I began to realize the dangerous situation I was in.  

 The paranoia passed when I realized, I wasn't planning to run around breeding every women in sight.  At the time I felt being involved with Anna was more a danger to my career, than to my safety.  I expected I had more to fear from WAM than from Anna.  WAM had exactly twelve years before the next release of men.  If they could solidify there position, the next batch of orphans didn't have a prayer.  It was a safe bet that men were going to be second class citizens even without a change in the law.  The civil rights act was about our only chance to even get a foothold in society.  If the women managed to get that repealed, then they could openly discriminate against us.  Our lives would be spent in nothing more than service to the ruling class, namely women.

 My depressive thoughts were interrupted by the communicator.  "Hello," I said.

 "Hello yourself,  so what are you up to this evening?" the voice asked.

 "I am up to nothing.  Who the hell is this?" I asked.

 "Mellon, you jerk," the voice said with a laugh.

 "Sorry, I didn't recognize your voice," I admitted.

 "How about you and me go out for a beer?" she asked.

 "Why Mellon, are you coming on to me?" I asked.

 "Not in your wildest dreams.  I just think you should see something," she suggested.

 "If you think, I am going to another frog bar, you are nuts," I said jokingly.

 "Same kind of bar, but no frogs," Mellon informed me.

 "So how long are we going to be out?" I asked.

 "What do you care, you have tomorrow off.  I am the one who has to work," she said.

 "You do have a point, even if it is on your head.  Come on over and we can leave from here," I suggested.

 "I am in front of your building now," she admitted.

 "Okay, I'll be right down," I said.

 When I arrived on the sidewalk outside the drugstore, I realized Mellon was on duty.  The faded red Byrd was the tip-off.  I opened the flimsy little door, then swung my body inside.  The lightweight car rocked severely from my added weight.

 "So where are we off to tonight?" I asked.

 "The Pink Feathers," she said.

 "Another strip bar, I assume?" I asked.

 "Sure, I have a thing for naked women, don't you?" Mellon asked with a coarse laugh.

 "So, is this another part of society I need to see, but I will wish I hadn't?" I asked light heartedly.

 "Probably," Mellon admitted.

 We drove about ten minutes before Mellon pulled into the warehouse district.  "Now what kind of strip club is located in the warehouse district?" I asked.

 "A very expensive one," she said with a smug look on her face.

 The club had once been a very large gas station.  I could still see the remnants of five bay door openings.  Those were in addition to the rather large office area.  "What the hell was this before?" I asked thinking that there couldn't have been any five bay service stations.

 "One of those old car repair things.  I'm not real sure, but I know it dates back before the emancipation," she said with a laugh.

 "If I am going to have to listen to another WAM lecture, I am going home," I said.

 "No lectures here, you might get raped though," Mellon said with a grin.

 "Not again," I said pretending to be alarmed.

 "Come on, this time I will protect you," she said.

 Just like the Pussy Cat this club was also dark.  Even coming in from the night, I had to let my eyes adjust to the darkness of the interior.  It took only a few seconds until I could see the interior of the club.  The layout was very similar to the Pussy Cat, except that the stage was raised a couple of feet above the crowd.  A runway led from the rear of the club. to the ten foot round stage in the very middle of the club.  My mind was a little more at ease when I noticed one of the women at the bar.  The woman very definitely had breasts, not only that a large portion of them were hanging over her very tight dress.  All the women seemed to be similarly attired.

 "So Mellon, what's the fascination with this place?" I asked.

 "Hang on, they are between shows," Mellon said.

 The bartender walked up to me, then said, "We don't allow no frogs in here,"

 "I believe that would be a violation of a frog's civil rights," Mellon said showing her badge.  "Besides Bird isn't a frog.  He is a man."

 "What's a man doing in here?" the bartender asked.

 "Are you kidding, after the show Bird should make a killing," Mellon said.

 The bartender smiled, then said.  "He better keep it in his pants, if he wants to leave here alive, cop or no cop."

 "What, the owner don't allow competition?" Mellon asked.

 "This is a respectable joint.  That's what I meant and nothing more," the bartender said.  "You just never know what one of these crazy broads might do.  So what you drinking?"

 "Make it beer twice," Mellon ordered.

 "So Mellon, what the hell is going on?" I asked.

 "The show is about to start.  You will see for yourself," she said.

 The house lights dimmed even farther as the music came up.  The women all rushed from their tables to line the dance floor and the runway leading to it.  A spot light suddenly lit the figure of what, I at first thought was a frog.  When he began to move I realized it was a man.  He was less graceful than even a frog would have been.

 "They have a male stripper?" I asked dismayed.

 "The TV advertisement said they have five, count them five men taking off their clothes just for you," Mellon said.  "I guess that would be just for me.  Just watch the show."

 I have to admit the man moved a hell of a lot more gracefully than I could have done.  He seemed to glide rather than walk down the runway.  He began to sway slowly to the music while he removed his clothes.  When he was naked, he moved to the edge of the stage.  The women touched and kissed him.  At least the parts of him they could reach.

 "Come on Mellon this is ridiculous," I said.

 "I know, I just thought you would like to see how the other half is living," she said.

 "So, why are men suddenly stripping in bars?" I asked.

 "It seems there is more money in this, than in running a breeding ranch," Mellon suggested.  "They tell me a man can do it a couple of times a night here."

 "Okay, so the men are breeding in back, so what, it ain't illegal," I said.

 "Not at all, I just wanted you to see what WAM would like to have all you men doing," Mellon said with an evil look.

 "Well in fifteen years there are going to be way to many of us to be strippers," I said.

 "I know, but there are plenty of connivance stores for you to run," Mellon said as she watched for my reaction.

 "I know, so you still think WAM had something to do with Busby's killing?" I asked.

 "Right now, it's about all I can figure," she admitted.

 "I still think it is just one nut," I said.

 "Yeah, but I'll bet that when we catch her she belongs to WAM," Mellon observed.

 "If you gals don't come up with something soon, there is going to be another dead cop," I said.

 "I know the pressure is building," Mellon admitted.

 "So, I've seen the show, are you ready to leave?" I asked.

 "Hell no, you see that in the shower every morning, me I have never seen it before," she said.

 "So why don't you get up there with the others, so that you can get a really good look?" I asked.

 "Because I'm a cop.  I'm not supposed to be interested in that kind of thing," she said with a grin.

 "You could have fooled me.  I thought all you women were interested in that kind of thing," I said.

 "You know the real show is in watching those bitches kiss the best part of him," she said.  "You really should turn around and watch this.  Even you would find the show amusing," she said. 

 "No thanks, I am pretty much bored by the whole thing," I replied.

 "Well all right, how about we go check out the executive lounge?" Mellon asked.

 "Is it more of the same?" I asked.

 "That's what I hear," she admitted.

 "Thanks, but no thanks," I said.

 "Come on, we really do need to check the place out.  Don't you want to see how the other half treats their men?" Mellon asked.  "You might find that more interesting."

 "Okay, but I swear if they don't behave better than their secretaries, I am going to go home," I said.

 As we drove to the Executive Lounge, Mellon kept up a steady commentary on her latest investigative efforts.  She was having the WAM president followed.  The stake out team reported that the president kept some really strange company.  Mellon said they had seen frogs going into the office after business hours, long after.

 "Well frogs would fit right in with her organization," I admitted.

 "Not really, the money comes from those with power to lose.  The frogs have no power and no money," Mellon said.

 "So what? you think the frogs are her muscle?" I asked with a laugh.

 "Don't laugh, it would be an unholy alliance," Mellon said.  "The problem is she would have to make sure the money never met the army."

 "That is about as far fetched as anything I have ever heard," I scoffed.

 "I thought you were a history buff?" Mellon asked.

 "Sort of," I admitted.

 "Who were Hitler's first followers?" she asked.

 "Thugs," I said.  "I don't see Ms. Thompson as a Nazi."

 "You don't have to see her that way.  Hell, she wouldn't want you to see her that way," Mellon said.

 "I hope you haven't told anyone else about this latest conspiracy theory of yours," I said.

 "No, I was saving it for you.  I guess it does sound a little far fetched at that," Mellon admitted. Our conversation ended more because we had arrived at the club than because we had settled anything.ng system.  I guess the women in the thousand dollar power suits wanted to be seen, where as the othugh lit that I didn't fall over anything making my way to the bar.  When I had settled into a seat, e other clubs.  They also didn't have boobs hanging out all over the place.  There were a couple of women in cocktail dresses, but they appeared to be guest rather than members.

 "Hey Sadie," The bartender said to Mellon.  "This is a private club."

 "My name's not Sadie," Mellon said.

 "I don't care what your name is, you ain't a member, so you got to leave," the bartender said rudely.

 "How many women you got in here, about two hundred?" Mellon asked.

 "What's it to you?" the bartender asked.

 "Because you have more than the rated capacity.  I think I will shut your ass down," she said flashing her badge.

 "Why didn't you say you was a cop.  We get along fine with the cops," the bartender said.  "Just make yourself at home, anything you want is on the house."

 "Damn nice of her, wouldn't you say?" Mellon asked me.

 "Seems like the least she can do Sadie," I said.

 "You know, I'll bet that their really is a Sadie someplace," Mellon said.

 "Sure, it's like the old pre-plague days when men called strangers Mack," I said.  "There had to be somebody named Mack, somewhere."

 "So, do you like this place better?" Mellon asked.

 "I won't know until I see their show," I commented withholding my judgment.

 "Well hold on to your hat, here it comes," she said as the lights went down.  

 The Executive had a real stage, as if they sometimes had a band or something.  Tonight it was occupied by a single man dressed in a business suit.  Now you wouldn't think a man in a suit would cause such an uneasy stir among the women.  They seemed seriously annoyed, so much so, that they were mumbling rude comments among themselves.

 A moment later, two less than half dressed women rushed onto the stage.  The two of them were tall and heavy boned for women.  The two women quickly handcuffed the man, then shackled him to the legs of the chair.  Two more women, similarly undressed, came onto the stage.  From that point on it sank to an incredibly low performance.  The four women took turns abusing the man in about every way I had ever heard.  I think that somewhere during the half hour show, they did it in a couple of ways, I had never heard before.  The worse part was the audience.  If you were a man, they seemed to cheer in all the wrong places.

 The leader of the women on stage, faced the audience and said, "Ladies we have three more men tied up back stage.  If any of you would be interested, the price is two hundred a pop," Those were her only lines during the show.  She sounded much too wooden to be believable as a villain, she was definitely no actress.

 Mellon and I stayed a few minutes.  I watched the stage door to see how many women would take advantage of the woman's offer.  A few slipped away from their tables to disappear through the door.  "Damn, that's sick," I said to Mellon.

 "Why it's just a game," she informed me.

 "Maybe this one is," I suggested.

 "I see what you mean.  Too much like the women you have known recently?" she asked.

 "Entirely too much," I agreed.

 On the drive home, Mellon said.  "I'll tell you Hank, WAM is right in the middle of this thing.  I swear I feel it in my bones."

 "So far you've got executives playing at rape.  You have WAM trying to change laws, and frogs who want to be men.  Frankly Mellon you ain't got shit," I said.

 "When the stakeout crew IDs those frogs, I am going to toss them hard.  I know they are the ones who did the deed on Busby," she said.

 "Mellon, I don't agree.  They might be up to no good, but why the hell would WAM risk everything to get rid of one man?" I asked.

 "Because you went out and got a real job.  You are the one they fear.  Hell WAM would be happy to have all you men become breeders.  They are scared to death that you will find a home for yourself.  The are afraid you will be a role model for the other men who are going to follow you in a few years," Mellon said.

 "Well it's a good theory, but there are probably half a dozen others just as good," I said.

 When we arrived at my apartment, Mellon asked.  "How about I come up for a drink?"

 "Not a good idea.  The department would frown on that.  Besides my apartment has more than one set of eyes and ears," I said.

 "Are you being bugged?" she asked incredulously.

 "Sure, you didn't think the government was really going to just turn me lose on the world, did you?" I asked.

 "Then maybe it was someone in the government who shot Busby," Mellon suggested.

 "Go home and add them to your theory," I said with a smile.

 "I think I will," Mellon answered.  "Or maybe I will go back to that first club.  It was a little more to my taste."

 "What ever," I said walking up the stairs.

 I had just crawled into my bed when the communicator rang.  "Hello?" I asked curiously.

 "Hi, I have been hearing stories about you and your friend Mellon.  So what did you think of my little show?" Anna asked.

 "I really didn't much care for it," I admitted.

 "Well you should have, it was kind of your idea," Anna said.

 "I had absolutely nothing to do with that crap.  I suggested a little more romance, not that bondage crap," I said angrily.

 "Ease off Bird, it's just business," Anna replied annoyed.

 "Anna, that is really demeaning stuff you are doing there," I said.

 "The guys picking up the five hundred a night don't seem to think so," she said calmly.

 "I know, they see a chance to make some easy money, so they grab at it.  I just don't want you to think I suggested that kind of crap.  I don't care that they do it.  I certainly don't care that there are women who are willing to pay to see that crap.  I just don't want anyone to think I am a part of that," I said.

 "Quite a nice little speech.  You really should save it for some kind of hearing room though," she said, still in a very calm voice.

 "Okay, I'm sorry.  I just hate to see the kind of world those jerks are going to leave to the next men who get released," I admitted.

 "So other than that how was your night.  Did you miss me?" she asked.

 "I didn't get much of a chance, we were together almost until the time Mellon called.  I would rather have been with you than in those clubs.  Is that close enough?" I asked.

 "That will do very nicely.  Now you go to bed and get some sleep," she said hanging up the communicator without saying good-bye.

 I fell almost instantly asleep.  I had been sleeping very well with the combination painkiller and Biomide tablets.  The pain in my nose had pretty much stopped and I was down to just the one tablet to help me sleep.  I hated to admit it, but I was going to miss the dreams.

 I slept until nine the next morning.  I almost wished sleeping late could become a habit.  I found that lately I had begun to enjoy sleeping for the first time.  I spent that whole day without one thought of cops or killers.  I also didn't give a single thought to WAM or the government.  I was much to content just to lay around and do nothing.

 Anna called once in the afternoon and then again in the early evening.  We talked about nothing at all.  Actually I found it quite pleasant to talk to her when neither of us had anything important to say.  Cops were always saying things as if it were a life and death pronouncement.  With Anna it was just talk, just to let me know she was still Anna.

 I slept late again the next day, since I didn't report to work until three in the afternoon.  I drove the Byrd out to lunch.  I drove it even though I wasn't sure I would have enough charge to make it home after work.  I would have, if the batteries were good, I just wasn't all that confident in the them.

 I drew a walking beat until five, then I transferred into a zone car.  I wasn't allowed to work a zone alone at that time, so I rode with Anders.  We hadn't talked since our night together.

 "So," I said when she picked me up.  "Everything all right with you and the little lady?"

 "Things are about back to normal, no thanks to you," she said bitterly.

 "Why no thanks to me?" I asked.

 "You shouldn't have let me get drunk at your place.  My conscience bothered me all weekend," Anders said.

 "I really didn't want that to happen.  I expected it to be just the opposite.  I thought you would feel more free.  I mean you were making such a big deal about how good Julie was.  I thought if you saw that she wasn't the only one, you would feel free," I said.

 "You really don't know anything do you?" she asked.

 "I guess not," I admitted.

 "Just forget it, everything is cool between us right?" she asked.

 "Absolutely," I replied.

 It turned out to be a quiet night.  We rolled on a couple of domestic quarrels and backed up a detective unit serving a search warrant.  About nine thirty we stopped at the lousy coffee shop for our evening break.  I wasn't really surprised to find Mellon sitting at a table alone.  I almost had to force Anders to join her.

 "So Mellon, you catch any bad gals lately," I asked.

 "Not yet, but I'm still looking," she said.

 "Mellon, I want you to know, I'm not real happy with you," Anders said.

 "Why is that Anders?" Mellon asked.

 "You got my rookie's nose broke," she said with a grin.

 "I know, you were supposed to get his cherry, but I couldn't help it," Mellon said.

 "Very funny, you two should take your show on the road," I commented.

 "Well, I hate to do it, but I really do have to go to work," Mellon said.

 "So what is it tonight?" I asked.

 "I'm working on the grassy knoll theory tonight," she said.

 "I see you have been reading," I commented with a laugh.

 "What the hell are you two talking about?" Anders asked.

 "Get yourself a history book," Mellon said.

 After she had gone, I explained it to Anders.  It actually was more difficult to explain than I would have thought.  Anders knew almost no history at all.  By the time she grasped the Kennedy assassination concept, it was time to go back on patrol.  I never did get to the theories of Detective Mellon.

 We ended our night with a barking dog complaint.  After checking out at the station, I drove the Byrd home praying all the way.  When I got it home, I put a meter on the batteries and found them still half charged.  It was a good sign.  I felt a lot more confident in the car afterward.

 I was still in the shower when the communicator rang.  "Hello?" I asked.

 "So how was the evening shift?" a voice I didn't recognize asked.

 "Fine, who is this?" I asked.

 "You know who it is.  The last time we almost met, I just missed you.  Don't worry, you weren't in any read danger.  I always hit what I aim to hit," the voice said.

 "So tell me, how do I know it is really you?" I asked.

 "I don't know of anyway to prove to you who I am.  Tell you what, why don't you just take my word for it," the voice said.

 "So tell me something, if you are who you claim, why did you kill Busby?" I asked.

 "I didn't even know her name.  I prefer to think of her as just a cop who was near you," she said.

 "Does that mean, whoever is near me at the end of next week is going to die?" I asked.

 "You know better than that.  The next time I ovulate, a cop is going to die.  You know, you actually are the one killing them," the voice said.

 "How do you figure that?" I asked.

 "Tell you what, I'll stop if you do," the voice said.

 "Do you mean, if I resign before the next one, there won't be a next one?" I asked.

 "Exactly, you don't think I enjoyed killing that cop do you?" she asked.

 "I honestly don't know," I admitted.

 "Well, I didn't enjoy it at all," the voice said.

 "Then why continue?" I asked.

 "Because it has to be done," the voice said.

 "Then why don't you just kill me?" I asked.

 "No thanks, I don't want a martyr on my hands.  It would be better if they found a reason to fire you.  My second choice, would be for you to admit that the work is too hard," the voice said.

 "You don't really think the cops are going to let you blackmail them, do you?" I asked.

 "They really won't have much choice.  My sisters will rise up and demand that you be fired," she said.

 "That might happen," I admitted.  "But you are going to have to get a lot more blood on your hands first.  After all, the public never paid too much attention to cop killings.  The public feels that's what we are supposed to do, die for them," I said.

 "You may be right, I may have to get to the civilians before I am through.  First though, it is going to be cops," she said.

 "You know that if we catch you, we are going to kill you on sight.  Why don't you just turn yourself in?" I asked.

 "That isn't part of the plan," she said.  

 "So, what is the bottom line.  If I quit what good does that do you?" I asked.

 "I don't want men to become cops," she said it simply as if she were discussing a movie or a board game.

 "What possible difference could it make to you?" I asked.  "Are you a cop?"

 "Hell no, I wouldn't want to be a cop," the voice said.

 "So what do you care that I do?" I asked.

 "Look, I don't have time to explain all this to you.  I just called to let you know you could end the killing by just quitting," she said.

 "If I understood why you were doing this, I might consider it more strongly," I answered trying to keep her on the line.

 "Someday you will understand it all.  Just remember this, you don't need to understand anything to save a cops life.  Just go in and quit," she said sharply.  She also hung up the communicator on me, before I could question her farther.

 I stood for a long time just listening to the dial tone.  I didn't really know what to do.  I wanted to talk to someone, but I didn't know who.  I wanted to do something but I didn't know what to do. I knew someone had made a tape of the conversation, who exactly I wasn't sure.  At that particular moment, nothing made much sense.

 I decided to wait for Anna to call.  She knew who was tapping my communicator.  If she told me who they were, I could pick up the tape.  With the tape of the call, maybe some of our technical people could figure out something about the caller.

 It was awfully late for Anna to call, but she did anyway.  "So how was your night?" she asked without even saying hello.

 "The work was fine, but I've got a terrible problem.  I don't think I can talk about it over the communicator," I said.

 "Sure you can, that's why I gave you the box," she said.  "But if this is an excuse to see me, I can live with that."

 "I love seeing you anytime, but this is serious," I said.

 "Then come to Julia's.  Park in the rear and Sam will meet you at the door," she said.

 "I can't do that, the damned Byrd doesn't have enough charge to make it both ways.  I drove it to work and they don't have a charger there," I admitted.

 "Do you think you can make it here?" she asked.

 "Yes, but I doubt I could make it home," I said.

 "Don't worry about getting home, just come on down here.  I will get you home," she promised.

 Just as I expected, the low battery light came on a couple of blocks from the restaurant.  I had plenty of power to get into the parking lot, but not enough to get home.  Anna had promised to see to it that I got home, so I wasn't all that worried.

 Sam met me at the rear door.  I noticed that she carried an extension cord.  "Just a minute Mr. Bird, and I'll have this rigged up for you."

 "I don't think it will charge fast enough to do any good, but thanks for the thought Sam," I said.

 "Don't worry about a thing, I am going to take care of it, just like the boss said," Sam promised.  "Now come on with me,"

 I followed Sam through the maze of turns until I arrived at the stairs leading to the private dinning room.  "Just go on up, the boss is waiting," Sam said with a smile.

 Anna was indeed waiting.  She was as beautiful as ever seated there on the sofa.  I walked to stand in front of her.  "So, what's so important?" she asked.

 "The killer called me at home tonight.  At least she claimed to be the killer," I said rushing it like the rookie I was.

 "What?" Anna asked.

 "I know it's nuts, but she called and talked for fifteen minutes.  She told me to quit the force.  If I did she wouldn't kill again," I said.

 "You aren't going to do it are you?  You didn't come looking for a job? she asked hopefully.

 "No, I came to ask you to tell me who has the tap on my communicator.  I need the tape from tonight.  If you tell me who it is, I can get Mellon or somebody to get a copy of the tape," I explained.

 I watched her face as she began to think.  Absolutely nothing showed.  She looked as though she were resting.  It took her a very long time to answer.  "Hank, there isn't much I wouldn't do for you, but I can not do this," she said almost sadly.

 "Why?" I asked in surprise.

 "It is difficult to explain and when I do, you may not understand.  I simply can not do what you ask," she said looking away.

 "You do understand that the tape might help us catch a killer," I said incredulously.

 "I know, and it really hurts to deny you this request, but I just can't.  If I told you, then somewhere down the line, you would tell someone how you found out.  If that happened, my informant would be burned.  I do not do business like that," she said.

 "How about, I just tell Mellon that you know who it is?  I imagine she can find some imaginative way to make you talk," I said angrily.

 "Think about it, if you tell Mellon the whole department will know about us.  If that happens they will fire you.  Do you really want to lose your job?" she asked.

 "I guess I could live without the job.  I just don't know, if I could live with myself, if I didn't do all that I could to catch this nut," I admitted.

 "Call Mellon tomorrow and tell her about the call.  You can even tell her that you know someone is taping your communicator.  Maybe she can find out on her own who it is," Anna suggested.

 "Can she?" I asked.

 "I doubt it," Anna answered truthfully.  "It's the best I can do."

 "Can you get me the tape?" I asked.

 "No, for the same reasons," she explained.

 "Well then, I guess I had better be going," I said.

 "Are you angry?" she asked.

 "Not if I want to live," I said with a wry smile.

 "At least, you still have your sense of humor," she said with a little smile.

 "Such as it is," I replied acidly.

 "Actually Bird, you can't leave.  Your batteries are still charging," she informed me.

 "I thought you would be kind enough to have Sam drive me home," I suggested.

 "Sorry, Sam and the others are busy at the moment.  I guess you will just have to wait for the batteries to charge.  I know you are upset, but please sit down," she demanded.

 I sat down like an obedient puppy.  I began to realize what life with Anna would be like.   Not that I had ever intended to become a part of her life.  I don't know what I planned, but it definitely wasn't to join her little world.  It just never occurred to me until that moment that she might really plan for me to become a part of her world.  I mean there was definitely a shortage of available men.  Then again, she almost had the market cornered on the ones who were available.  Crap nothing made much sense, so I decided to just forget everything for a while.

 "So, what have you decided to do?" Anna asked.

 "I've decided to do nothing.  You do know the batteries won't be charged for five hours?" I asked.

 "I know, I thought when you called that we would spend the time talking and maybe even a few other things, but now I guess we will just pass the time," she said.  "I actually have some business to attend to, so why don't you stretch out on the sofa and try to get some sleep.  I will take care of it in the office."

 I watched her walk to a false panel in the wall.  With the panel open I could see the large wooden desk in the windowless room.  To hell with it all, I thought as I slipped off my shoes.  I stretched out on the sofa and promptly fell asleep.

 "Hey, you better get up, your car is ready," Sam said.

 "God Sam, what time is it?" I asked.

 "Nine in the morning, the boss sent me to wake you," she said.

 "Where is Anna?" I asked.

 "Home, at least that is where she was when I left her a few minutes ago," she said.

 "Well I guess, I should be headed home myself," I said as I stretched my achy muscles.

 "Bird, you seem like a pretty 'with it' guy.  Why don't you just make a move on the boss.  I mean, I am pretty sure she want's you to," Sam said.

 "Well Sam, it's a little more complicated than that," I admitted.

 "Not really, so you two have some laughs together.  Believe me the boss ain't lookin' for no lasting relationship, especially not with no honest cop," she said with a laugh.

 "Tell you what Sam, I'll give it some thought," I said.

 "By the way, while you was sleeping we did a few things to that Byrd of yours.  Don't get your hopes up, it's still a Byrd," she said.

 "So what did you do?" I asked.

 "Well we didn't have time to balance your armature, but we did install a second battery system.  I mean I didn't do it, but one of our mechanics did," Sam said.

 "So, what exactly does that mean?" I asked.

 "You should be able to get double your battery life," she said.

 "That's good," I said.

 "Well the boss said to make sure, you didn't ever use that excuse again," Sam said with a grin.

 "Well thanks, what do I owe you?" I asked.

 "Me nothin', now the boss that's a different story," she said.  "She also said to give you this.

 I accepted the note from Sam.  I tried to put it in my pocket but Sam grabbed my arm.  "She said read it here, then give it back to me."

 I nodded as I opened the envelope.  "Dear Hank," It began.  "I know you don't understand about the tapes, but I just can't help you.  About the other, I don't understand my feelings either.  This will either work out or it won't, but I'm not ready to give up just yet.  Anna.   Ps. please remove the scrambler before you call Mellon.  Scrambled calls won't look good for you."

 I read the note twice before I surrendered it to Sam.  After Sam had put the note in her pocket, she handed me a pager.  "Nobody else has that number, so if it beeps call this number," She said. handing me a folded piece of paper.  "Bird, call from a pay communicator and do it within half an hour."

 "This is like some bad spy movie," I said.

 "The boss is doing all this for you.  You don't think, she gives a damn, if the cops know she is seeing you,"  There was no question in her voice to answer.

 "Okay Sam, I'll call.  Let me ask you a question?" I asked.

 "Sure, I may not answer, but go ahead and ask," she replied.

 "What is Anna really like?" I asked.

 "Bird, I shouldn't answer that one.  You need to find that out for yourself.  Me, I been with her ten years.  She is a good boss, that's about all I am willing to say," Sam commented. "Now take your Byrd and go, I have work to do," Sam informed me.

 When I arrived home, I tried to call Mellon but she wasn't at the station.  The desk Sergeant agreed to call her at home, then have her call me.  The calling back and forth took well over an hour.  Finally Mellon called.  

 "This better be good," she said irritably.

 "It is," I replied.  I went on to fill her in about the call.

 "I don't suppose you have it on tape?" she asked.

 "Not me, but someone probably does," I replied.

 "You mean you still think your apartment is bugged?" she asked.

 "Sure I do, as a matter of fact I am positive," I replied.

 "Okay, I'm on my way over.  How about putting on the coffee pot," she said.

 I put on the coffee and waited.  It took almost an hour before Mellon showed.  I opened the door, then said.  "It took you long enough, I have to get ready for work.  We can talk while I shower," I said.

 "What in the world makes you think I want to watch you wash your ass?" Mellon asked.

 "You can stand outside the door.  You don't have to look," I replied.

 "I never said I didn't want to watch, I simply asked what made you think I did," she said with a laugh.  "So the broad said, 'either quit or I'll kill another cop' that about it?"

 "Something like that," I replied.  "So who do you think it was?"

 "I haven't a clue," Mellon said.

 "Come on Mellon, you are filled with theories," I replied stepping from the tub, sure as hell Mellon was watching.

 "My money is still on Thompson from WAM," she said with a smile.

 "It really did sound a lot like one of those nuts.  But it could just as easily have been anyone of a hundred different kind of nut," I said.

 "I'm going to call Marty at the lab.  We need to put our own tap on your line.  While she is at it, she might find out who else has one running.  If I know who to ask, I will try to get a copy of the tape," she said.

 "Good luck," I commented.  By that time I was dressed for work.  I only had a few minutes, but I sat down with Mellon for a cup of coffee.

 "You make good coffee," Mellon said.

 "How would you know, you have drank so much bad coffee, anything would seem good to you," I replied.

 "So Hank, what are you going to do?" she asked.

 "About what?" I asked knowing exactly what she meant.

 "Are you going to quit, or are you going to let another cop get killed?" she asked.

 "I expect in the next two weeks, you will find the killer, so I won't have to make that decision," I said.

 "Well Hank guess again, without some kind of lucky break, we are going to have to make a decision.  I don't see anyway we are going to be able to catch this person in time.  Not only that, I am going to have to tell the Captain about your call," Mellon said.  "You know damned well she is going to be on your ass for a decision,"

 "Why should I have to decide anything?" I asked angrily.

 "Because, you are the only one who can," Mellon stated the obvious.  

 We sat looking at each other for only a moment before  I stood to leave.  "Regardless, I still have to work tonight," I said.

 "Give me a key to your place, and don't mention this to anyone else just yet.  I will take care of everything that needs doing right now," she said. 

 I did my beat work until five, then rode with Anders until eleven.  During that time we took a couple of report, and broke up a couple of girlfriend fights.  It was, as Anders assured me, a typical night.

 When I arrived home I found Mellon waiting for me.  "Okay Bird," she began.  "I have the tap on your communicator, and the signal trace is simple.  Just push this little button and the trace begins," she said handing me a small black box, which was somehow attached to the communicator line.

 "Did Marty find the other tap?" I asked.

 "Yep, but it is a remote.  All the tap does is to radio your calls to some other location where they are recorded.  There is no way to tell where they are going.  By the way, I spoke with your landlady.  She seems a little too interested in you," Mellon said with a laugh.

 "I'm not surprised at all," I said seriously.

 "You know, while I was waiting for Marty I got to thinking.  The call you got doesn't make a lot of sense.  I mean follow the chronology.  The bitch hit's Busby, then immediately sends a letter to the Chief saying, 'I'm going to do it again in twenty eight days'.  The letter doesn't say anything about you quitting the job.  Now two weeks later, you get a call.  This time the woman says quit and I won't kill the next one."

 "So?" I asked without giving it much thought.

 "So it's like two different people.  It is more than possible that your called seized the opportunity to get you out of the job.  I mean it was in all the papers, maybe she just called to take advantage of the situation," she suggested.

 "So what if I quit, and there is still another killing?" I asked.

 "You sure as hell wouldn't get your job back," Mellon said.  "If you did, it would just be a matter of time before one of these men haters killed a cop to run you off again.  I don't know much, but I know you can't allow yourself to be blackmailed," Mellon said.

 "But we are talking about one of our own here.  If some cop gets killed because of me, how would I ever live with it?" I asked.

 "I don't know," Mellon answered.  "It's late, I have to go home.  You try to get some rest, I don't expect you will be hearing from the woman again."

 "I actually hope we do.  Maybe she will tell us something worthwhile," I admitted.

 "That's fine, but I would keep the Glock handy just in case she decides to pay you a visit instead," Mellon suggested.

 "Actually that sounds like pretty good advice," I admitted.  "Now why don't you go home.  You need the rest, and so do I."

 "Stay available tomorrow, we are going to be meeting with the Captain sometime before your shift begins," Mellon informed me.

 I felt sorry for Mellon, there were no leads.  Usually in a case like this, you would pull all the similar cases.  Just pull every crime against men, then interview the hell out of the previous offenders.  Unfortunately, men had only been released over the last six months.  There just hadn't been enough time for them to become victims yet.  Not only that, the real resentment wouldn't start until the next wave got released.  When those men hit the street, there was going to be hell to pay.  The women who paid lip service to equal rights, would begin to feel the pinch as men competed for the same jobs.  There would likely be a lot more WAM type organizations showing up.

 By then the numbers would still be in the women's favor, but they would be heading the other way quickly.  With just a handful of us presently, the smarter women knew, that now was the time to start getting ready for the others.  I hated to admit it, but it made perfect sense.

 Around two in the morning, when I finally gave up trying to sleep, I got to thinking about Mellon's two different women theory.  She was right about one thing, the newspaper had given any woman enough information to plug herself into the killer's role.  I had a sudden inspiration, actually a question I felt stupid for not having asked myself before.  How the hell did the woman get my communicator number.  First of all, I had the communicator a very short time, and secondly it was unlisted.  She had to have gotten it from someone to whom I had given the number.  Maybe a cop, or one of the institutes employees, or even someone in Anna's organization.

 If Mellon had thought of it, she would be checking with the cops and the Institute.  I found myself in another dilemma.  I couldn't allow the cops to check out Anna.  If I did, I would be out of a job quicker than a rumor spreads.  I sure as hell couldn't go around questioning Anna's people.  If I explained it to her, she might check out her people for me.  At least I could reasonably expect her to do that much.  Since she was no dummy, she might have already done it.  That line of thought was getting me nowhere fast.  I drifted off to sleep, with no course of action firmly in my mind.

 I heard the communicator at first in a dream, then finally understood that my communicator was really ringing.  "Hello," I said.

 "The Chief want's you in her office in one hour," Mellon said without any other greeting.

 "Good morning to you too," I said.

 "This is not the time for conversation.  Shit is happening all over," Mellon said. 

 "What's going on?" I asked.

 "Just get your ass down here quick," she said slamming down the communicator.

 I showered then dressed quickly.  When I pulled into the parking lot, I almost ran down the pickets.  I got a good look at the largest sign as I went into the station.  It read, 'A Bird is a car not a cop,'  Cute, I said aloud.  When the protesters saw me, they began to shout.  When twenty women scream at once, believe me you can't understand any of them.

 Cops looked away as I walked past them.  I was about to get bred and everyone knew it.  I entered the Chief's receptionist office first.  "Hi, I'm Bird," I said to the young woman behind the desk.  

 "I know," she said coldly.  "Have a seat, I will tell her you are here."

 I didn't trust myself to speak, so I moved to the sofa.  I found a copy of the FBI crime journal to read while I waited.  People began coming into the office while I waited.  The receptionist showed them into the Chief inner office.  Me, she kept waiting.  Ten minutes after Mellon arrived, I was allowed into the office.

 Waiting for me, I found Mellon, two Captains and the cop press officer, not to mention a very red faced Chief of police.

 "Bird, we got a problem," she said standing to take my hand.

 "It looks that way Chief," I said trying to be noncommittal.

 "Mellon tells me you got a call from the woman who killed Busby?" the Chief asked.

 "Actually Chief, she might not have been the shooter," Mellon interjected.

 "Okay, then a call from a woman who claimed to be the shooter," the Chief corrected herself.

 "That's right," I said.

 "The woman said, that if you left the department there would no be a second killing?" the Chief asked.

 "Also true," I answered.

 "So what do you think?"  One of the captains asked. "Is she for real?"

 "I have absolutely no idea.  How about answering a question for me?" I asked.

 "If I can," the Chief said.

 "What suddenly brought the pickets out?" I asked.

 "Nobody seems to know," the Chief admitted.

 "It looks like somebody should find out.  It strikes me as too big a coincidence.  The day after I get the call, there are people walking the street in front of the police station.  Who ever put them up to it, may have been the same person who called me," I said.

 "Believe it or not we thought of that.  We are photographing and identifying them at this very  moment.  If we can find a common thread, we are going to start looking hard at the organizer," one of the Captain explained.

 "They didn't really need much organization, the TV ran a story linking the killings to your employment," the media officer said.

 "How the hell did they find out?" I asked looking at Mellon.

 "I didn't call anyone," Mellon defended herself.

 "Actually, they claim it was a communicator tip.  It doesn't much matter, because we are going to be the center of attention for a while," the Chief said.

 "I think the main thing to do is rethink our hiring of Bird," one of the Captains suggested.

 "At least you aren't going to do it behind my back," I said angrily.

 "Look Bird, we have a very serious situation here.  If we do nothing and another cop gets killed, we are going to catch hell," the Chief said.

 "If you fire me without cause, the government is going to give you hell for violating the civil rights act," I informed him.

 "Well, we will just have to take our chances.  I personally think that act is going to be repealed," the same captain said.

 "Bird the thing that would really be the best is if you resigned," the media officer said what was on all their minds.

 "Now just why the hell would I do that?" I asked angrily.

 "To save a cops life," the Captain snapped.

 "You don't know that the killing will stop just because I resign.  You are giving in to blackmail," I said.

 "We are willing to offer you something in exchange for your resignation," the Chief said.

 "Really, now what would that be?" I asked.

 "A seventy five percent disability pension," the Captain said.

 "What for the broken nose?" I asked in disbelief.

 "We are planning to call it stress related," the media officer said.

 "The hell you say.  If you do that, it will be just more ammunition for the man-haters.  When the next men come out, you gals will use it as a reason to prevent them for joining the force,"  I looked the Chief in the eye, then added, "I'll take my chances in court.  If there is another killing you are going to owe me half the city's budget next year."

 "Why don't we all calm down," Mellon said.  "Bird you are reasonable, at least I always thought you were.  What will it take to have you go quietly?"

 "Mellon, I had no idea you were a sexist.  Let me think a minute," I suggested.  They stared at me intently while I tried to decide.  What was the most I could get from them, and still keep my dignity.  I mean I was gone no matter what I did, so I might as well get all I could.

 "Okay ladies here is my offer, it is a one time deal absolutely non negotiable.  I'll take your disability, but for injuries sustained while defending my fellow officer in the Pussy Cat affray.  I want a private investigator's license and I want it now," I said.

 "Changing the wording of the pension is no big deal, but the license is granted by the state.  There is nothing we can do about it," the Captain said.

 "In that case, I am going to stick around for roll call.  I only have a couple of hours to kill.  I think, I will go sit on the front steps while I wait," I suggested.

 "Bird, would you wait outside please?" the Chief asked. 

 "Sure but not for long," I said.  "I think I could use some fresh air."

 What they said and did behind that door for the next half hour, I do not know.  When they called me in, I had it all.  The press officer hurried out to cover the department's ass.  The Captains stormed out, not at all happy with being blackmailed by a man.  They hadn't minded being blackmailed by the women protesters.  It appeared there were sexist everywhere.  The Chief and Mellon were the only ones in the room, when I was made the second offer of the day.

 "Bird, I want you to cooperate with Mellon on this thing.  When it's over, if you want your job back, you can have it," the Chief said sadly.

 "You caved didn't you.  The pressure was too much, but you knew it was wrong?" I asked.

 "See it however you want.  I am just trying to save the department.  Your license will be sent to your house tomorrow by special courier from Raleigh.  When you get it, I would like to hire you as a consultant until this crap is over.  When it is, we will talk again," the Chief said dismissing me with her voice.

 In the outer office Mellon wouldn't speak to me.  She acted just as cold as the others.  When we were in the hall she said, "I'll be over in about an hour.  Have the coffee on."

 There was plenty I wanted to say but I held off.  I was still confused by all that had happened.  I walked from the building, then through the protesters.  They didn't know that they had won.  I hated the cops, I hated WAM, and I hated myself for giving in to them all.  I drove myself home, still in more or less shock.  I arrived at the drug store around one.  I went right up the outside stairs to my apartment.  I had no intention of seeing anyone especially not Lola.  Since I was no longer a cop, I didn't have to play by the rules.

 I got home in time to catch the afternoon news.  I was surprised that the pickets were not the lead story.  I waited through a couple of other stories, before my little blonde rapist got around to me.  

 "As you can see behind me, women arrived at the fifty street police station house this morning around nine.  They were prepared to picket here everyday until Officer Bird was terminated.  This was a spontaneous picket line.  These women were reacting to the information obtained by a local TV station.  The woman who called, stated that the only thing which would save the cops from another killing was Officer Bird's termination.  Women began assembling here moments later.  As you can probably see they are carrying homemade signs."

 They switched the picture back to the same little blonde sitting at a desk in the studio,  "What the neither the women, nor I knew was that Officer Bird had been retired that very morning.  He was retired as disabled after an injury received during a violent altercation last week.  Bird distinguished himself during that altercation.  He was injured more severely than any of us believed.  Here is Captain Raferty speaking to the women on behalf of the police department." Emily said.

 The scene switched to a meeting room in the station.  "Ladies, I have a statement from the Chief.  I would like to read it, there will be no questions afterward."  He lifted the paper and began to read the Chief's statement.  "It is with deep regret that I announce the retirement of Officer Bird.  As you surely know from the press reports, Officer Bird and detective Mellon were involved in an assault last week.  Even though Officer Bird attempted to return to duty, his injuries were more sever than any of us understood.  It is therefore with great sadness that we were forced to place Officer Bird on retired status,"  The captain folded the paper, then walked away.  The reporters shouted question at him, which he ignored.

 "So Bird is gone, under somewhat mysterious circumstances," the blonde said ending the story.

 "Nothing mysterious about it," I said to the TV.  "The Chief is a woman, so she has no balls,"  I heard the beeping just as I finished the sentence.  "Damn, not now," I said to no one.

 I drove the Byrd to a pay communicator two blocks away.  I called the number and said hello when it stopped ringing.  "Bird, I'm so sorry," Anna said.

 "Yeah, me too," I admitted.

 "Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

 "I don't think so, I am just going to hang around the house and try to get my crap together," I informed her.

 "How about coming to dinner?" she asked.

 "Not tonight, I appreciate the offer, but I am not going to be fit company tonight," I said.  "Can I call you at this number tomorrow?" I asked.

 "No the number is only good when I activate it.  I will page you tomorrow afternoon," she promised.

 "Good, I really would like to see you, but not just now," I said.

 "I understand, besides you would have to duck reporters and neither of us want them hanging around," she laughed.

 I wasn't real sure what she meant, but I knew she was right. The last thing I wanted to do right now was talk to the press.  "Then I will talk to you tomorrow.  Call me when it is convenient,"  We said our good-byes, then I drove home.

 I found Mellon in the parking lot when I returned home.  I literally crawled from the Byrd, then walked to her.  "What the hell do you want?" I asked.

 "Take it easy, I'm on your side," she said.

 "Not so's you could tell it," I snapped.

 "Come on Hank, it was a game.  You know that, I had to get us some time," she said.

 "Time, you're the one who didn't believe it was the same woman," I said.

 "I still don't think it is.  I just want to be careful, that's all.  I would rather hurt your feeling, than get an officer killed," she said.

 "You mean you would rather sell out a man than get a woman killed," I said.

 "Come on you know that's not it," she said solemnly.

 "Sure it is, WAM or somebody like it, is going to cite this as a reason not to ever hire men," I snapped.

 "Come on, let's at least have this conversation upstairs," Mellon said.

 "Fine, but it isn't going to make any difference," I said as I turned to the steps.  I opened the door to find, my apartment had been torn all to hell.  "Did you do this?" I asked angrily.

 "Hell no," she said.

 "I left here twenty minutes ago and it wasn't like this.  I come back and find you in the parking lot and my place wrecked.  Did you at least see who did it?" I asked in an angry tone.

 "No, I didn't see anyone," she said. "Calm down, I'll go see the woman downstairs.  You figure out if you want to make a report."

 "Why would I want to do that.  I mean I got a cop watching the place while someone tears hell out of it," I said.

 Mellon shook her head as she walked down to the drugstore.  While she was gone, I took a serious look around.  The damage that was done, could have been done it five minutes.   Add five more for the spray paint, and the culprit would be out the door.  So Mellon could have missed her, I still wasn't quite convinced, but it was possible.

 I heard the communicator chirp,  "Hello," I snapped.

 This is the Daily Press, we were hoping to get a statement from you about your retirement," the voice said.  I slammed the communicator down, then pulled the cord from the wall.  I sure as hell didn't need any more calls at the moment.

 Mellon walked through the still open door.  "Your landlady didn't see anything.  The woman behind the register saw a Black Bear pull out, but didn't get a plate.  She figured it was a cop car.  Before you lose it, she said it didn't look like a cop car, but it could have been,"

 "Did you see the artwork?" I asked.

 "We gotcha just like I promised," the scrawl on my wall read.  

 "Let me get Marty up here?  There might be some prints," Mellon suggested.

 "I don't think so, take a look at my kitchen table," I said.

 "Damn plastic gloves,  You don't reckon she touched the knob on the way out do you?"  Mellon asked as she lifted on of the gloves with a pencil.

 "I don't know about her, but you sure as hell did," I said suspiciously.

 "Come off it Bird, I am not the enemy," she said.

 "Right now, I don't know who to trust," I admitted.

 "I know and I don't blame you, but don't go around thinking everyone is against you.  We are going to figure this out," Mellon said softly.  She paused then added, "So how bad is it?"

 "She just turned over everything.  The TV is broke all to hell, but everything else looks okay," I said.

 "I see she didn't toss your microwave out the door," Mellon said.

 "She broke the coffee pot though," I said finally relaxing a little.

 "Then let's get this place back together and go out for coffee," she suggested.

 We worked on the apartment ten times longer than the person who destroyed it.  I found a couple of broken plates, but otherwise it was in about the same shape as before.  

 Since I was no longer a cop, I followed Mellon to the coffee shop in my own Byrd.  I ordered the coffee, then found I no longer gagged on it.  Neither of us spoke for a long time.  Finally I broke the silence.

 "So what do I do now?" I asked.

 "First stop being pissed at the world, then you help me find the nut, or nuts, involved in all this," Mellon said.

 "How do I do that?" I asked.

 "You still don't get it do you?" she asked.

 "I guess not," I answered.

 "The Chief cut you lose so that you could rattle some cages.  A cop can't ask questions the same way a civilian can," She paused a moment as if deep in thought.  "How shall I put this?  You can be a bit more forceful in your questioning."

 "At the moment, neither the Chief nor I am concern about a cop killer's rights.  We just want her ass," Mellon said.

 "So why all the cop shit this morning.  Why didn't he just say that?" I asked.

 "She wanted witnesses in case you go too far.  The Chief is a politician," Mellon said with disgust.

 "So if I rattle the cages, I am not going to jail?" I asked.

 "Let me put it this way, not unless somebody complains," Mellon explained. 

 "You know Mellon, this just gets better and better," I said.

 "I know, but trust me.  You are going to love it," she said.

 "You bitches are trying to breed me, without even buying me dinner first," I said.

 "Well look at it this way, we can do the deed now that you aren't a cop," she said with a wicked laugh.

 "You better be kidding, once a day is all I can manage.  It seems as though you have already bred me once today," I said with a sardonic laugh. 

 "Now listen close, the Chief wants you to make this look good, so tomorrow begin setting up an office.  You know just as if you were really going into business," she said.

 "Mellon, I got news for you.  I am going into business," I said.

 "That's the attitude we want," she said.  "So look for a small office, you know that kind of thing."

 It hit me suddenly, I had to have been stupid not to see it coming.  "Damn you Mellon, you are setting me up.  You and the Chief have isolated me, now you are going to use me for bait.  All that head banging nonsense was crap.  An office, where I will be a nice target, is what you both had in mind from the beginning," I said.

 "Not really, your insistence on the PI license gave me the idea.  When the bitch sees you in a profession, she won't be able to resist," Mellon said.

 "If I live through this, I am going to get you," I promised.

 "Sure you are," she said with a grin.  "Seriously Bird watch yourself,"

 "Watch myself, tomorrow when I turn in my equipment, I won't even have a pistol," I said.

 "Sure you will," she said without any further explanations.

 "Well, it doesn't matter anyway.  By the time you realize you need one, it is already too late to get it out," I said repeating the often used cop slogan.  

 "So, what are your plans for tonight?" she asked.

 "I was going to stay home and watch myself on the TV news.  Now I don't have any plans," I said.

 "We have time to make a movie," she said.

 "Aren't you working?  I mean, I would like to think someone is trying to find this nut," I asked.

 "Bird, I'm always working.  My best work is done while thinking about something else.  Come on, we can go see that dopey cop movie.  The one set before the plague," she said.

 "Okay, but you pay since you are the one with a job," I said.

 "Sure, but you really should pay.  You are going to draw seventy five percent, plus whatever you can come up with from the PI business," she said.

 "Sure, I am going to be in great demand to follow women's lovers.  I'm not going to stand out like a sore thumb or anything," I said spitefully.

 "Give it a rest Bird, we are going to throw some work your way.  All the cops and detectives know you got a lousy deal.  Believe me, we are going to take care of you," she said

 "Now that really worries me," I said with a smile.

 When we left the coffee shop, I followed Mellon to the entertainment plaza.  I parked in the parking lot of the twenty-five screen theater.  I have to admit I enjoyed the theater in the round concept.  The movie was shown in the center of a mini amphitheater.  Holograms do well in that setting.  The cop show was a little boring, but then again cops are pretty boring people.  I missed the old time movies, the ones with car chases and gun fights.  These modern, over thinking movies were a bore.

 "That was a waste of ten bucks," I remarked as we left the theater.

 "I don't know, the sex scenes were pretty interesting," Mellon remarked.

 "Which ones, the ones with the men or the ones with the women?" I asked.

 "Both, you know, we didn't exactly have a choice about who are partners were going to be," she reminded me.

 "That's true," I admitted.

 "So, does seeing two women turn you on?" she asked.

 "Not that I know of," I said honestly.

 "Come on, I'll bet it does, it sure turned the man in the movie on," she insisted.

 "Actually, I don't much care for the competition," I said.

 "I don't know that there is any competition.  I mean that was just a hologram," Mellon said.

 "Mellon, don't start anything, I am a little involved at the moment.  I actually can't get involved with anyone else right now," I explained.

 "Okay, I understand," she said.  She said it, but I could tell she was hurt by even the gentle rejection.

 "So are you going out to look for my tormentor or what?" I asked.

 "More or what, I expect," she said.

 "How about you?" she asked.

 "Me, I think I will go home and sleep for a month," I admitted.  "I really haven't been sleeping well since I stopped taking the pain pills,"

 We were standing by the car when Mellon said. "You know, we are going to get this nut,"

 "I know," I said.  

 "Good, I think I will go to strip club.  Now that I don't have you in tow, I might actually get some information," she said.

 "Be careful," I suggested.

 "You betcha," Mellon agreed.

 "I stopped by Big Betty's Discount Electronics store on the way home.  I hated to do it but I parted with a hundred bucks for a tiny little TV set.  I hooked it to the fiber cable as soon as I arrived home.  I wanted to watch the TV news, just to see how they handled my retirement on the evening show.  I suffered through a couple of afternoon talk shows while waiting for the seven o'clock news.  When it finally came, there was absolutely nothing about me.  It seems I had my fifteen minutes of fame earlier in the day.

 Around nine there was a knock on my door.  I opened it while holding the Glock behind my leg.  There standing on the landing was my landlady.  She, like most of us, was much more attractive in the faint glow of the parking lot lights, than in the harsh light of the drugstore.  Before she could speak, I put a finger to my mouth motioning for silence.  I pointed down the stairs, then followed her lead.

 When we were at the bottom of the steps, I said.  "The walls up there have about three different sets of ears,"  I said it as a joke, but she looked at me, then solemnly nodded her understanding.

 "Meet me at my apartment,  it doesn't have any," she said.

 "I can't I'm being followed, it would be dangerous for you.  Let me ask you Lola, do you still have the small, empty storeroom in the back of your store?"

 "Sure, what did you have in mind?" she asked.

 "I need to rent an office, I hoped you would rent it to me," I informed her.

 "Sure, I could do that.  It has an outside entrance, but it opens from the parking lot," she informed me.

 "That would be fine," I admitted.

 "So why do you need a storeroom?" she asked.

 "I don't I need an office,"  I went on to explain all the details to her.

 Lola nodded then asked. "So how are you doing?  It looks as though someone is giving you a hard time."

 "It does appear that way.  I think I am going to be fine, but I just can't be sure at the moment," I admitted.

 "So how about taking a quick look at that storeroom," Lola suggested.

 "Not tonight, but tomorrow for sure," I suggested.

 "Then, I'll see you tomorrow," she said.

 As she turned to walk away, I had the strangest feeling.  I don't know whether it was the absence of the pain pills or Lola, but I definitely had a desire to breed a woman.  It probably wasn't Lola, since I didn't much care what woman.  It was a strange reaction for me.

 I returned to my apartment to try the TV again.  The evening shows weren't much better than the afternoon ones.  I suffered through a couple of sitcoms, but finally just gave up.  I was half asleep when the knock came on my door.  I jerked awake quickly.  I rushed to the door with the Glock at my side.  

 Anna brushed past me without a word.  She moved to my bed, then began removing her clothes.  I swear she got more beautiful with every piece of cloth which left her body.  By the time she was naked, I couldn't imagine there ever having been a more beautiful woman.  I moved to her trying to shed my clothes as I went.  I was down to my badly worn jeans when I reached her side.  

 She held me close against her naked body.  I could feel the blood rush from my head.  I had a pretty good idea where it had gone.  It was hard to believe this beautiful and powerful woman was actually in my bed.  I tried hard not to disappoint her.  I seemed to have succeeded.  It was two hours later when she sat on the edge of the bed to dress, we were both still shaky from our previous activities.

 "Hank, now that you are no longer a cop, I want to talk to you about coming to work for me," she said seriously.

 "You know I can't do that," I said.

 "Not as a breeder.  I want you to manage the roadhouse for me," she said earnestly.

 "I can't, I am going to open a private investigating company," I replied.

 "Are you sure, you won't make much money at that," she said.

 "I was under the impression, you made more than enough for both of us.  Not that I want any of yours," I added quickly.

 "I do and don't worry, I know you aren't interested in me for my money," she said.

 "Not your money, but I think we just moved past your mind," I said.

 "God I hope so, it sure took long enough," she said.

 "I know, it was all those years of being brow beaten by the matrons.  All of us were pretty much brain washed into believing, we had no choice but to blindly obey women," I explained.

 "I know, I had a little talk with your Dr. Lewis.  She explained everything I need to know about you," Anna said mysteriously.

 "Maybe you should tell me what she said.  It may not all be true you know," I suggested.

 "So far it is," Anna said.  "Oh she explained that just any woman couldn't do what I just did.  She told me that if you cared about me, that openness was the best approach.  If not, you would have stopped me before I got my blouse off.  Of course, then I would have killed you."

 "That is probably true.  I think we should test it one more time, not the killing part," I suggested.

 "I don't think so.  I need to get back to the office.  Besides I am releasing you," she said with a secret smile.

 "You are what?" I asked not grasping the meaning of her words.

 "I promised that if I found I didn't really want to continue a relationship with you, I would tell you.  Well I'm telling you now," she said.

 "I'm sorry, I thought you had a good experience?" I said.

 "Oh it had nothing to do with that.  I knew before I came that if you wouldn't take the job, it was over between us," she explained.

 "Then why?" I asked.

 "Why the breeding or why is it over?" she asked.

 "Either or both?" I asked.

 "To tell the truth, if you won't work for me, then you are dangerous to me.  I know enough not to let anyone who isn't part of the business get too close.  As for the breeding, I wanted to see if it were different with a man I didn't own.  Just so you know, It wasn't," Anna said cruelly.

 Even I knew better than to say what I was thinking.  I mean the river is full of gals who have done a lot less.  "Very well,  I don't really understand, but then I guess it doesn't really matter,"  I said.

 "Right, it just doesn't matter," she said as she walked out of the apartment.

 I was actually glad when she left.  At least, there would be one less set of ears listening to everything which happened in my apartment.  I fell asleep looking at my new painting.  'We gotcha just like I promised',  "Well lady, whoever you are, you sure as hell got me now.  I don't think you are going to like it though,"  I said aloud, just before I fell into a light restless sleep.

 After a shower. and microwave breakfast the next morning, I went down to see Lola.  Something had changed with the loss of Anna.  I wasn't quite sure what it was, but somehow I felt free for the first time ever.  I didn't know if it were the loss, or the fact that I bred her without being forced or coerced.  Probably a little of both, I decided.

 Lucy was on the register in front of the store when I entered.  "Hi Lucy, is the boss around?" I asked.

 "In the back," she informed me.

 I walked to the rear of the store expecting to find her in the pharmacy, instead I found her in the storeroom.  "Hey, what are you doing back here?" I asked.

 "Just moving a couple of boxes to the large storeroom.  I don't even know how they ended up in here," Lola said.

 "So, let's take a look at the place," I suggested.  "Funny, it isn't as large as I remember," I said. 

 "It's not all that small," Lola said trying to sell me on the place.

 "No, it will do just fine," I admitted.  "So how much more rent are we talking here?"

 "How about a hundred a month?" she asked.

 "Done, do we seal it with a handshake or do you want something in writing?" I asked.

 "If I make it fifty a month, can we seal it with a kiss?" she asked.

 "We can do that and leave it at a hundred," I said as I pulled her to me for a short sweet kiss.  No heavy breathing just a friendly little kiss.  

 "If that's the most I am going to get, the price is two hundred?" she said with a laugh.

 "Hey, a deal is a deal," I said with a wicked smile.  "I have to run to the station, but I will be back in a couple of hours to begin moving in," I informed her.

 "Whatever you want to do is fine.  Here is the key to the back door," she said as she handed me the plastic card.  "Do you want me to padlock the door from the other side?" she asked.

 "Not unless you are afraid of me," I replied.

 "Then, it's no padlock on my side.  If you get worried about me or Lucy, you can just buy your own padlock," Lola said with a girlish giggle.  That particular giggle seemed to be spreading like the plague.

 I returned to my apartment, then loaded all the trousers and other equipment into the Byrd.  I did not load the shirts since I had paid for them myself.  The Glock was the last thing to go into the Byrd.  I knew without a doubt, I was going to miss the Glock most of all.

 During the drive to the station, I tried to think of all the things I needed to do to get the new office open for business.  Since I was a history buff, I knew how much easier it was to go into business in this new age than it had ever been before.  I had plenty to do, but unlike the old days, I would be up and running within a week.  

 The Byrd was so slow that I could have planned the rest of my life before I finally arrived at the station.  I lugged the heavy boxes into the station, to the absence of any protesters, I noted.  When the desk Sergeant saw me she picked up the communicator to make a call.  I doubted it was to the officer in charge of the equipment room.  She was probably calling the Chief.  I am sure the Chief would be relived to note that I was turning in my weapon.

 Mellon showed up just as I made it to the door.  "So how was your night?" she asked.

 "Eventful at the very least.  How about you?" I asked in return.

 "Uneventful," she said.  "I went to all the clubs, but didn't find out a thing."

 "Come on if you watched the strip shows, you had to learn something?" I asked.

 "I learned, that men for the most part have no rhythm," she said. 

 "See, you did learn something.  The only thing I would add, is that we have no rhythm while standing," I corrected.

 "My God Bird, what has gotten into you.  You seem absolutely playful," she said with a warm smile.

 "I just decided to enjoy the little time I have left," I admitted.

 "Good for you," Mellon said.

 I handed over my equipment then signed about a dozen release forms.  When I finished Mellon walked me to the parking lot.  We were standing beside my Byrd, when she handed me a small box.

 "It was the best I could do.  You can get a better one when you have time.  Your license was sent out last night.  That is all you need to buy a pistol," she said.

 "Thank you Mellon, I may be the first target that shoots back," I said with a grin.

 "Damn you are in a good mood," she said.

 "I know," I replied.  "I always wanted to be a cop, but when I lost it.  I realized that I had just substituted one closed environment for another.  My whole outlook on life has changed in the last twenty four hours."

 "I got to admit, I like you better this way.  Now if you would just change your attitude about breeding, you would be perfect," Mellon said.

 "You never know, I might just do that too," I said with a grin.

 "Well get your ass busy.  We want you up and running just as soon as possible," Mellon said.  "By the way, that frog bartender left a message for you.  She wants to talk to you about something.  I thought, you and I might run over there this afternoon."

 "Sure come by around three.  I should have done all I can do for one day by then," I admitted.

 On the way home I stopped by a office supply house.  I bought a plastic desk and chair.  I expected to spend all my time until three assembling the desk.  As it turned out, I was only half way through my third assembly of it when Mellon arrived.

 "Here," she said.  "Let me help you with that,"  Just as advertised, she had it together in ten minutes.

 "It must be in the genes," I remarked.

 "Did you open your present yet?" Mellon asked

 "No, but I guess I should," I said knowing what was inside the little box.

 I opened the box to find a small stainless steel .33 magnum pistol.  The nine shot revolver was a real beauty.  

 "Gee thanks Mellon, but you shouldn't have done it," I said.

 "I didn't do anything, it was taken off a woman who decided her girlfriend needed terrifying.  Naturally she didn't shoot her.  The girlfriend gave me the piece in appreciation," Mellon said smiling at the memory.  "I am giving it to you because it's too small for me."

 We left immediately after I placed it into the band of my faded jeans.  Once outside, I was about to get into my Byrd, when she handed me a badge.  You are now an official reserve police officer.  You don't get paid, but you get to ride in the car, and you get your hospital bills paid.  In your case the free hospitalization is more important," Mellon said with a laugh.

 "My, My aren't we the little wise ass today," I said swinging into the police Byrd.  

 Since the Byrd is only a slightly faster than walking, we had time to talk about the case.  Mellon seemed anxious about the two weeks left before the next hit.  She still felt there were two different women or groups of women involved in the calls.

 "I just don't see a shooter with a spray paint can," she informed me.

 "You got me, I have no idea what you women are capable of doing," I said.

 The parking lot of the Pussy Cat was filled with motorcycles just like before.  It was also dark as original sin inside.  Mellon and I had to stand just inside the door while we waited for our eyes to adjust.  Considering how we had left the last time, I was decidedly uncomfortable without any vision at all.  At the first possible minute, we made our way to the bar.  It still took a couple of more minutes before I recognized the bartender.  We waited for her to come to us.  Since it appeared she might take a while, I turned to the floor show.

 One dancer was leaving the stage when another stepped onto the runway.  Neither was  the same as the one I had seen before.  She strode boldly to the stage.  The room was as  quiet as a church on Monday morning.  When she reached the stage, she pulled a chair from the audience, then sat down in it.  She removed the white dress shirt, which was the only thing she wore.  She then spread her legs and glared at the frogs.  I didn't turn away as the frogs moved on her.  The first frog jumped onto the stage, then began to kiss her deeply.  Suddenly other frogs climbed onto the stage.  In less than a minute, she had frogs hanging all over her.  If she was faking her feelings, she was a better actress than a dancer.  She was wriggling like a snake, as the frogs kissed and sucked at her body.  After a few minutes which seemed like hours, she pushed the frogs away, the stood, put on her shirt and walked from the stage on shaky legs.

 "What the hell do you call that?" I asked Mellon.

 "I would guess either performance art, or fun, depending on who you are," she said.  "If frogs were real men, I might give that a try myself."

 "What is it with you all of a sudden?" I asked.

 "God, I don't know Bird.  I think I must be coming into heat.  I tell you, it is a drag when that happen," she informed me.

 "I don't mean just that, you suddenly have this fixation on men," I informed her.

 "I guess, I have been watching too many porn films," she admitted.

 Just as she finished speaking the bartender finally showed up.  "Bird, why did you bring the cop bitch with you?" the frog asked.

 "I figured, I might need a body guard," I said.

 "Judging from the last time, she wouldn't be much help to you," the frog said.

 "Who knows, she might be tougher than she looks," I suggested.  "Enough of this bull, what is it you wanted to talk about?" I asked.

 "Give me us the cop bitch, and I will tell you who trashed your place," the frog said.

 "No deal, I don't want to take a damaged cop home.  I could get killed for that," I said.

 "Nobody's going to hurt her.  Of course when she has had a frog, she'll stop looked for a prince.  They just won't be enough for her," she said with a throaty laugh. 

 "How about it Jen, you want to go into the back room with a couple of these kids?" I asked. 

 "Not on the longest day they ever lived," Mellon said.

 "Sorry Sadie, you are just going to have to tell me without the bitch," I suggested.

 "No bitch, no name," the frog said cruelly.

 I grabbed her across the bar.  I'm not a cop anymore.  I can just beat it out of you," I said.

 "I don't think so," a voice behind me said.  I turned to look into a rather nasty cut down shotgun.  "Like the man said, no bitch, no name."

 "Look, you gals called me.  You didn't even know she would be coming.  You obviously either wanted to kill me, or to give me the name.  So why don't you just leave her out of this?" I asked.  I thought I had the shotgun carrier lulled to sleep.  When I lunged for the gun, I found out just how wrong I was.  I got a rap on the skull from the bartender.  I went out like a light. When I came to, Mellon was on the stage and seated in a chair.  At first I thought she was tied, but I soon realized she was pressing herself against the chair.  I watched as the I could have tried to rescue her, but she didn't appear to be in the mood to be rescued.  She was breathing deeply and her hips were bouncing.  I pretended to be out until she fas she was doing.  When she finally slumped down into the chair, the frogs moved away laughing.

 The one with the shotgun got too close to me.  I kicked her hard in the kneecap.  I heard the bones pop.  Fortunately the shotgun was pointed in another direction when she went down.  I was surprised to find the pistol still in my jeans.  Evidently nobody bothered to search me.  I Pulled the pistol as I quickly stood.  Even with the spinning room, I managed to stay upright.  Not only did I show them all the pistol, I picked up the shotgun just to make the point even clearer.

 "Mellon, can you come down here?" I asked weakly. 

 "Sure," she answered just as weakly.

 I watched her out of the corner of my eye while she picked up her panties before leaving the stage.  When she stood beside me in a daze, I asked the crowd at large, "Who trashed my apartment?"  Fortunately the room had stopped spinning.  Nobody spoke, so I shot the bartender.  I had spent years at the institute practicing with a handgun.  The pistol was pretty inaccurate.  I took off a good sized chunk of her ear.  I had actually planned to miss her altogether.  It was a good thing the pistol wasn't even less accurate.  If it were she would be dead.

 "Maggie Ames," One of the other customers shouted.

 "And where do I find this Maggie Ames?" I asked.

 "Don't know man, she never came back," the same voice said.

 "Okay, try this one.  Why did she do it.  Is she one of the ones from the fight? " I asked.

 "No man some broad called her.  Maggie took off laughing about trashing your apartment," another voice added.

 "So who called?" I asked.

 "Maggie didn't say.  If you find Maggie, she will tell you.  Maggie sure knew her or she would never have done it.  The broad promised her money, if she hadn't known the broad, Maggie would have wanted to see the bread first," the voice informed me.

 "So who did Maggie know?" I asked.

 "Man, Maggie knew everybody," the voice from the crowd said.

 I turned to face Mellon.  "Do you want me to kill some of these people?" I asked.

 "No," she answered still in a daze.

 "Do you want me to call the cops?" I asked.

 "No, but I want to see that one there," she said pointing out the one who had been between her legs moments before.

 "You," I said.  "Come here."

 The frog was terrified as she walked to stand in front of Jennifer.  I watched as Jennifer kissed her deeply, the took a step back and slugged her with a hell of a right hand round house.  The woman's teeth cut through her lip from the force of the blow.

 Jennifer looked down at her then said, "I told you I would kick your ass, if it wasn't good."

 We backed from the bar.  "You drive," Jennifer said.

 "Are you all right?" I asked.

 "Actually, I am great.  I just slugged the broad to keep her from talking about this.  She really is quite good at what she does," Jennifer said with a weak smile.

 "So now what?" I asked.

 "Now we go to the station and find the frog named Maggie," Mellon answered.

 "In that case, don't you think you should put your panties on?" I asked.

 "Oh yeah," she said lifting here gaily colored skirt.  She wiggled into her panties while I drove.  "Well this makes us even."

 "What?" I asked.

 "I let you get raped, now you let me get raped.  It makes us even," she said seriously. "You know that wasn't exactly a golf game back there,  I'm not so sure keeping score is the appropriate thing to do," I reminded her.

 "No but it wasn't the end of the world either," she said.  "I wasn't exactly a virgin you know,"

 Suddenly the world multiplied itself by two.  I began to see ghost images slightly to the right and below the real image.  The nagging headache the bartender had left me with got blinding.   I stopped the Byrd as quickly as possible.  I barely made it from the Byrd when I tossed my microwave lunch onto the ground.

 "Bird, are you all right?" Mellon asked.

 "Not unless double vision and a blinding headache is my usual state," I said sheepishly.  "I hate to do it, but I think I need to go to the hospital."

 "Do you want me to call an ambulance?" she asked.

 "No, but I would appreciate it if you drove," I admitted.

 Mellon helped me to the passenger side of the Byrd.  She rushed to the drivers side, entered, then drove like hell to the Emergency Room.  The problem was you can't truly drive a Byrd like hell.  Twenty five miles and hour was top speed for them.  I didn't think we would ever get to the hospital.  

 Mellon parked directly in front of the door.  She jumped from the Byrd, then rushed inside to get help.  I felt two strong hands grab me, then force me into a wheel chair.  I was taken directly to an examining room, no doubt thanks to Mellon's way with words.  Once inside the room, people began to ask me stupid questions, then prod and poke me.  From somewhere an x-ray machine appeared.  Somewhere along the way, I tried to fall asleep.  Just as soon as I closed my eye nurses began to shake me.

 "You can't sleep just yet," the voices said.  "You are going to have to stay awake for a while,"  That particular scene was repeated about a dozen times.  I would drift off only to be pulled back by the prodding and the soft voices.  A stronger more authoritative voice joined them.  

 "Mr. Bird, you got a rather nasty crack on the head.  I am afraid it is a concussion.  We are going to have to admit you to the hospital for a day or two.  Do you understand me?" the voice said.

 "Sure, but I really need to be home.  I have a lot to do around the house," I replied stupidly.

 "I expect that can wait a day or two.  I don't think it is too much of a concussion, but we will know more tomorrow," the voice said.

 I drifted off to sleep, but they pulled me back.  Just as I returned to the world of the living, the bed began to move and I tossed a small portion of my microwave burger.  It would have been more, but I had run out of burger by that time.  The motion stopped after a while.  I was helped from my clothes by a nurse or an aide, I never really knew which.

 Just as soon as they left me alone, I drifted off to sleep.  I guess since they had me plugged up to all the monitors in the hospital, it didn't matter that I slept.  I don't really know how much later, but I remember Mellon standing by my bed.  I tried to say something really important, but it slipped my mind.  I drifted off to sleep looking into her four tear stained eyes.

 The sun was streaming through the windows when I next woke.  Those people who wake in a hospital, then say they don't know where they are, have to be real dummies.  I mean I knew exactly where I was long before I remembered how or why I was there.  Even if I had been blind, the smell would have given it away.  That and maybe the nurse standing over me with a small white paper cup.

 "Time for you medicine," she said.

 "I certainly hope this isn't Biomide, because I damned sure ain't up to any fun and games," I admitted.

 The nurse giggled like a teenager.  I seemed have that effect on women recently.  "No sir Mr. Bird, the Biomide starts tomorrow.  We are going to give you a chance to rest up a day first.  I expect you are going to need the rest," she said turning to leave.  

 She reached the door, then turned back.  "Do you feel up to a visitor.  Some cop wants to see you," she said.

 "Sure send her in," I said.

 "So how you feeling today?" Mellon asked.

 "Much better now that you left your evil twin home," I said.

 "Was the double vision that bad?" she asked.

 "I swear Mellon, one of you is bad enough," I joked.

 "I got some news and it's all bad," Mellon said.

 "Really how bad is it?" I asked.

 "Maggie Ames showed up late last night.  We went to her house and found her in the storage building, with her motorcycle running," Mellon informed me.

 "I suppose she was dead?" I asked.

 "My god, you are psychic," Mellon said sarcastically.

 "Suicide?" I asked.

 "Not unless she hit herself on the head first.  I was wondering if Marty could make an impression of the dent in your skull.  You know maybe we could match it to the one in Maggie's," Mellon suggested.

 "So why are you so chipper this morning?" I asked.

 "Because Bird, at three o'clock, we are going to raid the Pussy Cat.  I have decided to press assault charges," she said.

 "Why not rape?" I asked.

 "You are the reason for both the assault and the lack of a rape charge.  You do remember the rap on your noggin.  That is the assault, as for the other.  The DA would never press rape charges, there was no injury to the victim, me," she said.   "No blood, no foul, you do remember that crap don't you?"

 "I remember," I said sharply.

 "We are going to pick up the bartender and every frog I can remember," she said.

 "Good, maybe you can sweat something out of them," I suggested.

 "They are going to talk all right," she answered with a dangerous smile on her face.

 "Mellon, you are a nasty piece of work," I laughed.

 "Too bad you can't get sprung in time to go with us," she commented.

 "Maybe I can," I suggested.

 "I already asked, they are going to keep you at least until tomorrow morning," she replied.

 After some thought I decided to let it ride.  "So what did you find in Maggie's place?" I asked.

 "What we didn't find is more interesting," Mellon said.

 "No rifle?" I asked.

 "No rifle, I am going to be asking a lot more questions about that tonight," she admitted.

 "So, can you get a sample of her spray paint hand writing?" I asked as a joke.

 "No, but we found a can of red spray paint in her kitchen.  The same color as the stuff on your wall.  Marty is running some tests as we speak.  I expect we can tie her to your place.  That don't mean shit though," Mellon admitted.

 "You got a point there.  We are going to need the person who put her up to it," I agreed.

 "It may take a while, but we are going to find her.  Remember the bartender said it was someone she knew.  Well, we are going to be talking to the frogs about who Maggie knew.  Someone will know," Mellon said.

 At that point we were interrupted by a nurse pushing a cart filled with flowers into the room.  I expected, first that she had the wrong room, then that only one of the half dozen plants belonged to me.  I was wrong on both counts.  She busied herself placing the six plants around the room.  She removed all the cards then placed them on my tray.  Mellon and I ignored her, since we were pretty deep in conversation.

 After she left, Mellon said.  "You do know, that nurses don't usually deliver flowers,"

 "Can I help it, if they like me?" I said with as much of a smile as I could manage.

 "Bird, it ain't you they like," Mellon said sarcastically.

 "Now, that is a nasty thing to say.  I will admit, I have had several sponge baths by several different nurses this morning," I lied.

 "Open your cards, I want to see who would send you flowers.  There might be a clue in those cards," she said.

 "Bull, you just want to see who my fans are," I said.

 "Just read the damned cards," she said angrily.

 "Okay the first one it from Anders, then we have Lola, then one from you, why thank you dear," I said before moving on.  "Here's one from the blonde on channel eight, and one from a friend, who shall remain nameless," I said as I put the card from Anna under the covers.   "Now this one should interest you," I said.  I handed her the card.

 She read, "You and I really are going to have to meet."  

 "Now who do you suppose sent that card?" I asked with a grim look on my face.

 "Probably the woman who called you," Mellon guessed.

 "Could be," I said.  "How the hell did all these people know I was in the hospital?" I asked.

 "You made the TV news of course," Mellon said.  "Everything you do is news."

 "Was any of it interesting?" I asked.

 "Most of it was a recap.  They did plug your investigating company, even though they didn't know the name.  You are going to have to pick a name so we can give it to the media.  Something catchy," Mellon suggested.

 "How about Bird and Mellon?" I asked.

 "Wait ten years, then make it Mellon and Bird and I might go for it," she said.  "No kidding Bird you need a name."

 "I'll give it some thought, So what time is it anyway?" I asked.

 "Almost noon, why you got a date?" Mellon asked.

 "No, but I'm starved," I admitted.

 "If I were you, I would be careful what I ate and drank around here.  That nurse had a really strange look in her eye," Mellon said as she stood.  "As for me, I'm going to Ruby's for a chicken burger."

 "Not me, I want something made from the fatty flesh of a cow," I admitted.

 "That shit is going to kill you?" Mellon advised me.

 "Is that before, or after WAM kills me?" I asked.

 "Well, I am going.  Call me if you need anything," Mellon said.

 I didn't answer.  I watched her leave wishing I were going along.  I had slept myself out and was bored to tears.  It had taken me exactly five waking minutes to begin missing the action.  If nothing else I wanted to go home.  At home I could at least take care of some business.

 From the communicator in the room, I called the communications company handling my account for the apartment.  I ordered another line for the office in addition to an extension of the upstairs communicator.  Even before they informed me that they could only add the line, I knew I would have to buy the hardware from a retailer.  I had been putting off buying a Data Link unit, but I could no longer get by without one.  I needed the additional features of a Data Link.  I really did hate to spend the money but I really had no choice.

 I had given the communications company my hospital number as a call back number.  I got the call not twenty minutes after I ordered the line.  

 "Mr. Bird," the women said.  You are going to have to take those extra units off your dish or we are going to do it for you," she demanded.  I knew she meant the taps.

 "I have authorized no additional units.  My landlady said one of your people was tinkering with the dish.  So, if there is anything wrong, you did it," I said knowing it was a lie.  Since the cop tap ran through the communications company, I knew it was the other taps to which she was referring.

 "I am going to send a man out there right now.  If there is some kind of bootleg booster on that disk, we are going to take you to court," she said.

 "You do your damnedest," I said.  "There is nothing on that dish, which wasn't put on by your people," I maintained.

 "Very well, then you won't mind if we confiscate anything we find?" she asked.

 "Not at all, since it is yours anyway," I replied.  That should really piss somebody off, but it wouldn't be me, I thought. 

 Since I had nothing else to do, I called 'Big Betty's Discount Electronics store.  I spoke with a woman named Mike.  I arranged for an extension communicator with two lines and a Data Link unit.  Big Betty had a sale on the hand held Link.  I checked it against the desk Link and found them very similar in price.  I opted for the hand held Link.  I didn't think I would be sending too much data anyway.  I guessed that when Mike sold me the hand held Link, she knew she had a sucker.

 "Would you like the optional data camera?" she asked.

 "I don't know, what will it do," I asked.

 "With the optional software, just about anything you want it to do.  High resolution stills, or low resolution video," she said.

 "So how much?" I asked.

 "I can make you a sweet deal since you are buying the hand held Data link.  How about two grand for everything?" she asked.

 "How about a yard and a half?" I asked.

 "No can do, two is about the best I can do," Mike said.

 "Then what is the very best you can do?" I asked.

 "Eighteen hundred," Mike said sadly.  She could see two hundred in commission flying out the window.

 "How about without the camera?" I asked.

 "A grand," Mike said seeing it all slip away.

 "Tell you what fifteen for it all, or I am going to go mail order," I said.  Since mail order stores didn't pay sales commissions, their prices were lower, sometimes a lot lower.

 "Okay sixteen, but I can't get any lower," Mike said.

 "Okay, then deliver it to The Red Dot drugstore on Elm.  I will call the owner to tell her it is coming.  You can just debit it from my account," I said giving her the authorization to do it.

   I called Lola.  After I assured her that I was fine, I explained about the order.  "Just have them drop it in my office," I said.

 "Sure," she agreed.  "When do you think you will be home?"

 "Probably tomorrow," I replied.

 "Good, I miss you," Lola said.  "I mean, I am kind of used to your being right upstairs,"  She was embarrassed and it showed.  I kind of liked her that way.

 "Well, I'll see you tomorrow," I said breaking the connection.

 Lunch came and went, then went again an hour later.  Hospital food was another rental item.  I managed to have Mellon return with a burger from Fat Sally's.  I don't really think Sally was fat, I figured she sold fat meat.  It didn't matter, I loved her burgers.  Mellon sat and watched while I ate my burger.

 "Look, I can't stay.  I am on my way to the Pussy Cat, to catch a frog.  Sounds like something from a kids fairy tale, doesn't it.  I'll try to call you tonight, just to let you know how it goes," she promised.

 "Be nice to the bartender.  I want her in good shape when I get out of here," I stated.

 "Don't worry, she will be available for you to interrogate," Mellon said with a grin as she left the room.

 After Mellon left, I toyed with names for my business.  Nothing much came of it, so I gave up as sleep overtook me again.  I was awakened by the dinner tray being placed in front of me.  I could only guess that my complaining did some good.  Whether the hell raising, or the pity worked, I didn't know or care.  All I knew for sure was that someone ordered me a beef steak and french fried potatoes. I thought at the time, I might be in love with the person who sent the food.

 An aide came into the room with the morning mail, which somehow got delivered at six p.m.  I found a note from Doctor Lewis in the stack of cards.  Most of the cards were from people I didn't know.  Mixed with the 'get well cards' were a few marriage proposals from people who hadn't heard that different sex marriages were illegal, and even a few death threats.  Those were new, but not unexpected.

 Doctor Lewis' note invited me to come see her when I was released.  She felt we had a lot to discuss.  What she didn't say, was that she would be choosing the topics.  I figured to pass on that one.  Even after all the sleeping I had been doing, I fell asleep again after supper.  It could have been all the pills the nurses kept bringing me, or I could have slept from boredom. The commotion in the hall woke me some time later.  

 "You can't go in there," a voice warned.

 "Yes, I can.  I'm a cop," Mellon's voice rang out.

 "I don't care if you are a cop, visiting hours are over," the first voice said.

 "You don't understand this is police business.  Now get out of my way, or I am going to knock you on your ass," Mellon shouted.

 The door burst open.  "Bird, find your clothes, you have to get out of here," she said.

 Ordinarily, I would have at least asked why.  I didn't only because Mellon looked as though she were one step ahead of the devil and loosing ground.  Not only that, I wanted to get the hell out of the hospital, no matter what the excuse.

 "I think my clothes are in the locker," I suggested.

 I pushed the covers back and found that I could move around quite normally.  I swung my legs over the bed as Mellon began throwing clothes at me.  I found that I was a little shaky but not too bad.  Mellon guarded the door while I dressed.  We were in the hall when the security police finally made it to the floor.  Mellon flashed her badge at them.  "I am taking this man out of here for his own safety," she said.

 They parted like the red sea.  We walked through them, then onto the first available elevator.  When we were inside the elevator falling toward the lobby, I finally asked.  "So what is going on?"

 "It looks like someone is out trying to hire a hit man," she said. "Guess who the target is?"

 "Who the hell told you that?" I asked with a chuckle.

 "One of the people who she tried to hire," Mellon said seriously.

 "One of the frogs?" I asked.

 "That's right one of the frogs.  Since you showed up with me, I guess our caller decided you weren't going to drop it after all.  Either that, or she just wants to make a point.  Anyway a woman called the club and asked the bartender to find her a shooter.  Ordinarily the bartender would have taken it as a joke, but she decided to help since it was you the woman wanted wacked,"  Mellon paused a moment then continued.  "You did know, you aren't real popular down there?" she asked.

 "I don't seem to be real popular anywhere these days," I said.

 "So who made the call?" I asked.

 "Don't know, the frog bartender didn't get her name.  The woman was going to call back, but by that time the bartender was kind of busy bleeding all over the interrogation room," Mellon said.

 "You didn't rough her up did you?" I asked not really caring.

 "Lord no, she had a chunk of her ear missing.  That wound just wouldn't stop bleeding, nasty things those ear wounds," Mellon said.

 When the elevator doors opened, Mellon insisted on going out first to check the lobby for hit men.  I didn't bother to explain, that it would take a day or two to find, then pay a hit man.  It didn't matter she was being careful and I appreciated it.

 We were in the car when I said.  "It looks like you were right about there being two different women.  I sure as hell can't see our shooter trying to hire another shooter."

 "I know, but being right doesn't make me feel good atall," she said.  "I called the others and they are nowhere on the shooter.  Now I have a death threat against you, and a sniper about to shoot a cop."

 "Forget me, go look for your shooter," I said.

 "Here," she said, handing me the stainless steel pistol, which I had left with her the night before.

 "Thanks, and thanks for springing me from the hospital.  I think I need a drink and a bath," I said.

 "The drink I don't know about, but you definitely need a bath," she said.

 "Tell you what Mellon, everybody thinks I am still in the hospital.  Why don't I go to my apartment, leave off the lights, while you stake out the hospital room," I suggested.

 "Not a chance," she said.

 "You wanted to use me as bait.  Now is your chance," I said.

 "A hunter has to have his bait in sight," she replied with a grin.  "I have a team on the way to the hospital.  Until we find out who is trying to kill you, me or one of the other officers is going to baby sit you," she said.

 "I have things to do.  I hope your officers don't mind," I said.

 "I expect they will enjoy watching you shower.  Hell, a few might even want to join you," Mellon said with the wicked grin of hers.

 "Actually, I had real work in mind.  I need to set up a few things, then start cruising for work," I replied honestly.

 "Oh yeah, we want you to continue with that little farce," she said.

 "I keep telling you this is not a farce.  I am going into business," I replied heatedly.

 "You might try saying that with just a little more conviction," she suggested.

 "To hell with you Mellon," I said.

 "So, I assume you did buy a new coffee pot," Mellon said.

 "No, but if it isn't past nine, Lola sells them downstairs.  Why don't I just pop down there and pick one up," I suggested.

 "Get this straight Bird, until we figure out who is trying to hit you, you and are joined at the hip," she said.

 "That does sound like fun, but it is going to be tough getting in and out of the shower.  In the meantime come on let's go pick up a coffee pot," I suggested.

 Mellon and I walked down the outside stairs only after she gave the parking lot a close inspection.  When we entered the store she stood directly in front of me until she scanned the store.  Only then was I allowed to search out a replacement pot for my coffee maker.  Lola came running from the prescription counter.

 "I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow?" she asked as a greeting.

 "I know, I got the night off for good behavior.  It's one of those new parole things.  So did my Data Link show?" I asked.

 "It most certainly did.  Come on, I want to show you something," Lola said.

   Mellon followed along as Lola led me into the storage room.  The room looked entirely different from the last time I had seen it.  Not only was the small plastic desk covered with boxes, the boxes were covered with a plastic sheet.  During the last twenty four hours, someone had changed the dirty green paint, into a very clean and soft yellow color.  The storage shelves which previously wore the same sick green color, were now painted a warm brown.

 "Lola, what the hell happened in here?" I asked amazed at the difference.

 "Pamela Mason," she said it as though it would be self explanatory.  I looked at Mellon who shrugged.  "Of course, you don't know Pamela.  Pamela is a house painter, who's daughter has really bad acne.  Pamela's bill for that kid runs a couple of hundred a month.  I just gave her half credit on her bill to paint the room.  She sprayed it this morning and painted the storage shelves a few minutes ago.  Don't touch anything," Lola warned.

 "I could have done this.  You really shouldn't have paid to have it done," I said feeling more than a little guilty.

 "Nonsense, if you leave in a week, I will have a nice little office of my own," she said.

 "You already have an office," I said.

 "Then Lucy can have an office.  Anyway why should you care how I spend my money," she asked.  It would have sounded like a reproach, if she hadn't been wearing one of those strange looks women had lately when they spoke to me.  I didn't have the slightest idea what it meant, but I knew it didn't signify anger.

 "In that case, thank you.  The room is absolutely beautiful," I said.

 "I will tell Pamela, she will be pleased.  She really did want to meet you," Lola said.

 "Well maybe next time," I suggested.  "I guess Mellon and I should get our coffee pot and be moving on."  I really was still pretty weak.

 "What are you doing with that cop.  I thought you had left the force?" Lola asked in a suspicious whispered.

 "Don't panic, but there will be cops staying with me for the next couple of days.  It seems some of the protesters from the other day made a few serious threats.  I'm sure there is no real danger, but you never know.  So, if anyone asks for me just tell them where I am.  It is very important that they know where to find me," I said.

 "Okay sure, but are you all right?" she asked. "I'm about to close here, I could come take care of you."

 "I'm fine, but if you would like to come up for coffee after work, that would be great," I replied.  "That would be okay wouldn't it Mellon?"

 Mellon chose not to answer, she did nod.  Mellon carried the coffee pot upstairs.  She made the coffee, while I took a quick shower.  Even with the slight headache, the shower revived my sagging moral.  I felt better than I had in days.  We were seated at my metal table drinking coffee, when there came a knock on the door.  Mellon pushed me back into the room while she checked out the door.  She finally opened it to Lola.

 "Come on in," I said.  "The coffee is on and hot."

 "Thank you," she said to me.  The she turned to Mellon.  "We haven't really been introduced.  My name is Lola Wilson."

 "Jennifer Mellon," was the simple reply from my cop buddy.

 "So let's all sit down and have a nice cup of coffee," I suggested.

 Lola pushed by me with a smile.  She poured her own coffee, then added milk and sugar.  Mellon and I both made faces at her.

 "I know you two are purist, but I can't drink coffee without cream," Lola said.

 "Damn Bird, where did you find her?" Mellon asked.  "I'm sorry Lola, I just don't get to spend much time with real ladies.  Most of the people I deal with are trash."

 "If you would please try to limit your colorful vocabulary, I would appreciate it.  I know you haven't said anything really bad yet, but Hank has a bad habit of forgetting who he is with.  I would really rather you didn't make the same mistake," Lola said.

 I watched as Mellon lowered her butch level a couple of degrees.

 "Yes Ma'am," Mellon said almost smiling.

 "You don't have to Ma'am me.  I know the score, I just prefer not to lower myself to talk about the trash in trash terms," she said.

 "Bird, you better watch this one.  Real ladies are a lot harder to get rid of than us tramps."

 "I didn't say that," Lola said.

 I stood on the sidelines and watched them spare.  For the next half hour, one would lead and the other counter.  It was quite a show.  Oh they allowed me into the conversation, but a lot of it was between the two of them.  After two cups of coffee, I went to the bathroom.  I was surprised that Lola didn't know how thin the walls were in the apartment.

 "Well, are you interested in Hank?" Lola asked softly.

 "I'm interested in keeping him alive," Mellon replied in a rather strange voice.  A voice I hadn't heard before.

 "You know what I mean," Lola stated.

 "Not really, I am a little too butch for him.  Are you interested," Mellon asked.

 "I think so, but since meeting you, I'm not all that sure," Lola said again in a very soft voice.

 "I don't think I understand," Mellon replied.

 "Well, I thought it was because he was a man.  Then I thought it was because he was different.  Now I find, I am attracted to the type.  I am going to have to seriously rethink my position," Lola said.

 "Haven't you even met a cop before?" Mellon asked.

 "Sure, but I never really talked to ones like either you or Bird.  You two seem different somehow.  Actually you seem almost the same.  I don't really know what I mean," Lola said all flustered.

 "I don't know what to say," Mellon suggested.

 I saved her more the a little embarrassment by walking into the room.  "So what are we going to do for the next couple of hours?" I asked.

 "I don't know about you two, but I am going home.  I have to open the store early tomorrow," Lola said.

 "Mellon, I have a headache, how about you walking Lola to her car.  I wouldn't want her to get hurt by mistake," I said.

 "Sure, but I seriously doubt anyone could mistake a beautiful woman for you.  Just the same don't open the door unless you are sure it's me," she said as she walked out the door.  

 I drank my coffee, while I tried to decide what I thought about Lola.  Sure she had used me, but then it appeared that most anyone would have done the same.  At least she was still around afterward.  I hadn't seen any of the others since they took advantage of me.  I was also forced to admit, Mellon was the closest thing to a friend I had at the moment.  I guess I wouldn't mind too much if they had a relationship.  I knew, that kind of relationship would be more familiar to each of them.  I was kind of an unknown to them both.   Hell, why shouldn't I be, I was an unknown to me.

 "It took Mellon over fifteen minutes to walk Lola to her car.  I looked out the window once.  Lola and Mellon stood in the parking lot.  Mellon looked up at my apartment as they talked.  At least she was doing her job," I thought.

 "So, where do I sleep?" Mellon asked when she reentered the apartment.

 "Anywhere you want, you have the bigger gun," I said with a grin.

 "Then it's the sofa for me," she said.  I smiled my knowing smile.  "What?" Mellon asked.

 "Nothing, I am just a little tired.  I think I will go to sleep," I said as I left her sitting on the sofa.

 I was surprised how easy it was to sleep.  I didn't toss, turn or dream that night.  I woke the next morning with a terrible headache.  But a couple of aspirin and another hours sleep took care of it.

 I finally made it to the shower around ten.  When I walked into the living room, I found the smell of coffee everywhere.  I walked around the corner expecting to see Mellon.  I didn't expect to see Anders.

 "Anders, how the hell did they drag you into this?" I asked.

 "Overtime, how do you think," she said with a grin.

 "So do I have you all day?" I asked.

 "Until six anyway, six to six that is my shift," she said.

 "Good, you want to go out for breakfast?" I asked.

 "Not a good idea Bird, too many places to get shot," Anders said.

 "Don't tell me it's microwave pancakes again," I said.

 "I brought you some Microwave bacon and eggs," she said.  "Mellon told me you had zero food in the place."

 "God, rubber eggs and soggy bacon, I can hardly wait," I replied.

 "Now be nice, I went to a lot of trouble for you," Anders said with a wide grin.

 "No matter what you or Mellon think, I am going to my office today.  I have a ton of things to do down there," I demanded.

 "Not a problem, your office is right down stairs anyway," Anders said.

 "Damn, Mellon told you everything," I said.

 "Not quite everything.  For instance, why did Mellon sleep on the sofa?  I mean everybody knows you two are thick as thieves," Anders asked.

 "Mellon and I are friends," I almost added, just like you and me.  I realized quickly a statement like that would only make things worse.

 "Whatever, so do you want the pancakes or the bacon and eggs?" Anders asked.

 With enough salt and hot sauce the eggs weren't all that bad.  Soggy bacon does have something about it, what I am not real sure.  I had eaten enough of it in the institute to learn, if not to appreciate, then at least tolerate it.  The toast was at least homemade.  After the rather uninspiring breakfast, Anders and I went down to the office.

 For a while, Anders was involved in the setup of the Data Link.  She actually helped me unpack the boxes.  When everything was more or less connected to the base station, she asked.  "Do you really know how to work all this stuff?" she asked.

 "Sure, I was the star of the institute.  I could have been anything, I chose cop because life out there was so damned boring," I explained.

 "So how about a little demonstration?" she asked.

 "Not for an hour or so.  The battery in the Link needs to charge.  If I fire it up now, the damned think will take forever to charge.  Besides, I have other things to do right now," I said.

 "Like what," Anders asked suspiciously.

 "I have to call for a yellow page ad," I said.

 Now in the days before Hellfire, people used to actually have paper communicator books.  These days it was all done electronically through the communicator line.  Every communicator had a small Data Link attached.  If you needed a number, you simple punched the name into the Link and a millisecond later, the Link spat the number out for you.  If you wanted a business, you punched in the type business you wanted and a millisecond later, the Link scrolled before your eyes all the businesses in the area.  It was a really good system, because once I called, I would be in the system an hour later. You got into business instantly, much better than the old system which required a wait of at least six months, sometimes even more for a directory to be published.  The Link was different from a full Data Link only in it's limited duties.  The Link did nothing but give out numbers.

 I made the call, then discussed my options with the secretary.  We came up with an ad featuring an eagle in the heading with the legend, 'Bird confidential inquires.  A man for any job'.  I knew it was corny but it was the best I could do on short notice.  I could always change it for a small reentry fee.

 "Do you know what we need?" I asked Anders.

 "A coffee pot?" she suggested.

 "Absolutely," I agreed.

 I checked and found the rear door of the office open.  Unlike Mellon, Anders didn't go out into the store with me.  I found Lola as usual behind her prescription counter.  "Hi. there, I came for another coffee pot," I explained.

 "Did you already break the one you bought last night?" she asked with a warm smile.

 "No, I need one for the office," I stated.

 "Why don't you just chip in for our coffee.  We can always throw another cup of water into the pot," she said with another warm smile.

 "Fair enough, but I am going to have my body guards with me.  How about I pay double, until they leave," I said.

 "Oh, is Detective Mellon with you?" she asked trying not appear interested, but patting her hair at the same time.

 "No, Detective Mellon is off doing whatever cops do.  Officer Anders is with me," I said with a smile almost as warm and cuddly as hers.  If she noticed she didn't let on.

 "Just let Lucy know when the pot is empty, she will make more.  And take one of those cups up front.  Not one of the good ones, one with my name on it.  I give those away most of the time anyway," she informed me.

 I picked up two of the small coffee mugs from the display rack at the front of the store.  When I returned to the office, Anders hadn't moved a muscle.  I handed her the coffee.  We sat around for over an hour doing almost nothing.

 "Hank, no offense, but this is going to drive you nuts," she said.

 "Are you kidding, I love it.  This is better than riding around in a zone car, and much better than walking a PR beat," I informed her.

 "So has the Link charged enough?" She asked.

 "Sure, let's give it a try," I agreed.

 "Hank, I think I understand this, but walk me through it real slow.  You might want to use words I understand," she said.

 "Okay, you know about the Hellfire computer?" I asked.

 "Sure, it's that big mother building downtown," Anders said.

 "Close enough, because the whole building is a computer complex.  There are probably a hundred computers in that building alone.  Every city of any size has a Hellfire.  Even those too small, are hooked into a relay through the communicator system.  We are close enough that I can do it with the built in radio transmitter in the unit.

 The only things the personal units have in them, are a bunch of chips that call up the Hellfire computer, which performs that particular function.  The Link also has a disk writer of course.  For instance, say I want to write a letter.  I turn on my Link, then all the functions I am authorized to use come on the screen.  Since I haven't logged in with them, the only function I have is the 'log on' icon.  What I do is to tap on the log on icon with my finger.  Instantly the screen changed to a list of questions.  I gave the Hellfire computer my name and bank account number.  It just informed me that I could add functions at anytime.  Now it wants to know, if I would like to add a function at this time.  Now Anders, it cost a dollar per month per function, whether you use it or not.  So the fewer functions, the less your monthly bill.

 Okay I need, word processor, banking, data transmission, send and receive, and the specialized bundle.  To choose I simply touch all the icons I want.  There I am done until the specialized bundle appears, which should be right about now.  There we go, from the bundle, I want, main bank data check.  Now that little mother is ten bucks a month.  I also want camera graphics which is only a dollar item.

 Now I tap select and we are on the line.  The personal Data Link is not a computer, at least not in any real sense.  All it does is Link you to the Hellfire, which does all the work.  The Hellfire also assigns you a certain amount of their storage capacity.  When you fill it, you can either clean out your old files, transfer them to your own micro copies or buy more memory space from the Hellfire.  Either way it's a good idea to have Hellfire do a write back onto your own micro compact disk.  That way you have a copy, should some terrorist blow up the computer. "Maybe you should have been a teacher, you sure explained that better than anyone I ever heard," she admitted.

 "Not really, I just explained the basics to you.  Stuff pertaining to my system.  The communications company uses Hellfire, and so do the cash registers outside. The cops and all the other government agencies use it, banks and just about everybody else.  The Hellfire system would have killed off all the computer companies, if the plague hadn't done it for them," I said.  "Come to think of it, maybe Hellfire invented the plague.  I wouldn't put it past those nerds," I said with a laugh.

 "You know, I don't know that I ever met anyone who worked there," Anders commented.

 "If you did, they wouldn't admit to it.  Those gals are about as secretive as the old CIA," I informed her.

 "So now you have your yellow page advertisement, and your Link is hooked up.  What do you plan to do with the rest of the day?" Anders asked with a grin.

 "I guess a nap would be in order," I said with a grin of my own.

 "I know you are cool, but not even you can sleep all the time," Anders said.

 We had heard noises off and on all morning in the outer storage area.  Anders finally went out to check.  She found Lucy working in the storeroom.  Anders worked beside her for a couple of hours.  Anders didn't know how to just relax and simply allow time to pass.  I could do it with the best of them, I had a lot of practice at the institute.  Waiting for the years to pass took a lot of patience.

 Anders and I skipped lunch, so I convinced her to let me order pizza for dinner.  When it arrived at the door, I stayed inside while Anders went out to pay.  Since I also ordered a gallon of iced tea, we invited Lola and Lucy to share our pizza and tea.  When we had finished, Anders carried the trash to the dumpsite.  I waited in the office for her to return.  When she did, we went up to my apartment.

 "You know, you are going to have to take a TV to the office.  If you don't you are going to die of boredom," Anders commented.

 "Not a chance, just as soon as you and Mellon stop baby-sitting me, I am going to read all the trashy novels from the eighties and nineties," I stated.

 "So where are you going to get the books?" Anders asked.

 "From here," I said removing a cardboard box from the closet.  The box was filled with micro CDs.

 "What are they audio novels?" Anders asked.

 "Some are, but most are just written for the computer.  It got to be quite a fad in the late nineties and early twenty first century.  I collected these over the years.  You know from those late night TV offers.  I just haven't had the time to really read them all," I explained.  I returned the box filled with silver dollar sized disks to the closet.

 "Me, I'll stick to movies and TV," Anders admitted.

 "I don't blame you, some of this stuff is just awful.  Then, so is most of the TV I have seen," I said.

 "Okay Doctor Byrd, let's hear one of the audio novels," she said.

 Every TV had a digital disk reader built in.  Mostly the disks were used for movies or concerts.  The disk I chose for Anders was an audio novel from 1985.  It had been recorded in the year 2005.  The novel was a murder mystery written by a blind writer name Edger Taft.  I had read other books by Taft.  Finding one on audio was a treat, since I could share it with my non reading friends at the institute.

 "Nothing much ever happens in a small town," the disk began.  I sat listen to the disk and watching Anders reaction to it.  The disk ran two hours, but we only got about a half hour into it when Mellon arrived.

 "Okay Anders, you are relieved," Mellon said.

 "Good, that tape is boring me to tears," she said as she headed for the door.  "But Bird, mark the place.  I kind of want to know what happened to the slut."

 "Damn you Bird, don't you turn Anders into an intellectual on me," Mellon said with a grin.

 After Anders left Mellon filled me in on the day's new information.  According to Mellon it was exactly zero.  The officers finally had to release the frogs on bail.  Quite a few of them had been charged in the assault on me.  Actually only one person assaulted me, but Mellon got everyone who assaulted her charged with assault on an officer.  Rape was out, but assault was in.

 "So, how was your day honey?" Mellon asked jokingly.

 "Not bad, Anders and I drank coffee and ate pizza.  I got the yellow page ad in, and the Data Link established," I said.

 "So you and Hellfire are now on speaking terms?" Mellon asked absently.

 "Sure, I talk to her all the time," I said.

 "Hellfire is a man.  It's too damned ornery to be a woman," Mellon said.

 "Bull, you women invented Hellfire.  It is definitely one of you," I said.

 "You are a history nut, how did Hellfire get started," Mellon asked pointedly.

 "It had been on the drawing board for years, when the plague wiped out most of the computer nerds.  Most of them were men, since women were always too cool to be nerds.  The few women, who were left in the business, decided they should all work on Hellfire and stop fooling around with PCs.  The first Hellfire was in Los Angeles," I said.

 "Naturally," Mellon said sarcastically.

 "From there it spread like Hellfire.  The terminals or Data Links were inexpensive and easy to operate.  Most important to women, they were all the same size.  Men drove the PC market with a bigger is better mentality.  It was true of course, but men needed to own the biggest PC on the block.  Women can share better than men.  The share concept was good for them, they understood it.  Hellfire expanded, then grew in the number of services it provided.  As I explained to Anders, everything in the whole country, and maybe even the whole world is hooked to Hellfire," I said.

 "They sound almost as important as the government," Mellon said.

 "Mellon, they passed the government years ago.  If Hellfire wanted, they could shut down the world," I said with a sinister smile.

 "Interesting," she said.

 "Why interesting?" I asked.

 "I got a court order today to check into the WAM membership roles.  They have lots of people on the roles.  None of whom, I ever heard of, but they have a corporate contributor.  I mean a really big contributor.  Guess who it is?" Mellon demanded.

 "Hellfire international," I guessed.

 "Like I said before, you are psychic," Mellon said.

 "So, why is Hellfire contributing to that nut group?" I asked.

 "I have no idea, but I am going to find out.  That my dear Bird is tomorrow's project.  Tonight, I want to watch TV and relax," Mellon said placing her feet on top of my beat up coffee table. 

 To no one's surprise Lola showed up at nine.  Mellon immediately removed her feet from the table.  She also cleaned up her language for Lola.  I had a feeling love might be in the air.  I didn't say anything, since I didn't know how I felt about it all.

 "So Lola, we were just talking about Hellfire.  What do you know about them?" I asked just to include her into the conversation.

 "I don't know much," she admitted.  "I do a little business with them,"

 "You mean your data processing?" I asked.

 "That too," she said.

 I saw Mellon perk up, I know I did.  "Come on Lola give," Mellon demanded.

 "What are you talking about," she said looking first at Mellon then at me.

 "What kind of business do you do with them?" I asked.

 "I am their authorized prescription vender.  You know their HMO worked out a discount deal with me," she said.

 "Son of a bitch," Mellon said.  She noticed Lola disapproving look.  "I'm sorry, it's just that so far I called the local Hellfire office and was told to talk to their corporate office in New York.  I called New York and was told that the employee list was classified.  I called a judge for a court order and was told, I had no probable cause,"  Mellon laughed.  "All I really had to do was to ask you?"  Suddenly she stopped laughing, then turned to Lola.  "You aren't going to pull any of that ethics crap on me, are you?

 "Now who ever heard of a pharmacist, patient relationship?" Lola offered.  "Of course, I'm not going to refuse to cooperate.  Just come on down to the store and I'll pull the records."

 "You go on down Mellon, but don't do anything with the list until you talk to me," I demanded.

 "Sure but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Because any checking you do is going to eventually lead back the Hellfire.  I would bet you a nickel to hundred bucks that there are alerts built into the system.  If you go poking around they are sure as hell going to know," I said. "Okay, let me get the list, then we will figure out what to do with it," Mellon said.

 "You do know we are probably barking up the wrong conspiracy," I said.

 "Sure but like I said, it beats running down any other lead," Mellon said.

 They were gone a half hour, much longer than necessary to pull the files.  I had warned Lola not to pull them from the computer, but to get only those names she could remember or those from her hand written drug log.  The ones the customers had to sign.  The list would be incomplete, but Hellfire wouldn't know we were checking either.

 "I think, we got five people," Lola said.  "Unless my memory is really bad, we only had a dozen or so on the list."

 "So now what Hank?" Lola asked.

 "We begin with the list of WAM members.  Let's see if any of these women are on it," I suggested.

 "Let me call the station, I can get the duty detective to read me the list," Mellon said.

 "Shit," I said to Lola's dismay.  I quickly motioned for them both to stop talking.  I made the sign of the ear to Mellon.  She remembered the bugs immediately.

 I picked up a pad.  "Maybe we are just being bugged by the institute.  In which case, this won't mean much to them."  

 Mellon took the pad and wrote.  "If it is the bad guys, we are going to get a visitor tonight."

 I wrote, "Maybe not tonight but soon."

 "What do we do about Lola?" Mellon wrote.

 "We can't go around stashing everybody who might be connected with this.  Maybe she should stay here tonight," I wrote.

 "Best of the lousy options," Lola wrote.  From the look on her face, I doubted that she really felt that way.

 "So, what now?" Mellon wrote.

 "You might as well get the list from the Data Link.  If they know they know, if they don't then maybe we can still work this out," I wrote.

 Mellon went into the kitchen to make the call.  While she was gone Lola and I talked.  "So Lola, are you going to be able to cope with spending the night away from home?" I asked.

 "Sure, it will be just like summer camp, without the bugs," she said, then realized how funny that particular statement had been.  She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing out loud.

 When Mellon returned we compared the two lists without saying a word.  The condensed list contained only two names.  There may have been more, if we had the full roster of Hellfire employee to work with.  

 Mellon took the pad from me then wrote, "Could WAM be a front for Hellfire?"

 "Why?" I wrote.

 "How the hell would I know?" Mellon asked.  I just shook my head.

 "What next?" Mellon wrote.

 "I guess we need to see the papers from WAM's files," I wrote.

 "No way, I'm a cop," Mellon wrote.  She instinctively knew I was talking a break-in.

 "I'm not," I wrote.

 "Too dangerous," Mellon wrote.

 Lola had been reading the notes but not writing anything.  She finally took the pad.  "Let's do something," she wrote.  Then she added, "I am not going to be in hiding for the rest of my life,"

 "You two stay here, and I will go," I wrote.

 "No, you will get killed," Mellon wrote.

 "They don't know what we are planning," I wrote hoping I was right.  "Besides this may all be a game of nerves.  Just to see who blinks first."

 "No way, somebody was trying to hire a killer for your ass," Mellon wrote.

 "We can't sit here doing nothing," I wrote.

 "Not tonight, we need to make plans for it.  Tomorrow night, one of us will have a plan,  one that will work," Mellon wrote.  "Not one to get one, or both of us killed."

 I nodded, since I had no choice but to agree.  If I went forward without her Mellon, might well have my ass arrested.  At least, in her mind, I would be safe in jail.  

 We stopped writing since we had made our plan.  "Well then where do we all sleep tonight?" Lola asked.

 I had a feeling that in her mind, it made absolutely no difference who she slept with.  I didn't volunteer to share the bed with her, and neither did Mellon.  I think it was a matter of not wanting to hurt anyone else's feelings.  

 "It's your bed Bird, why don't you and Lola share it?" Mellon suggested finally.

 "I really would like to be close to the door tonight. Why don't you and Lola sleep in the bed, and I will sleep on the sofa beside the door?" I suggested.

 "Because, I am supposed to be guarding you," Mellon informed me.

 "Yes, but you also need to guard Lola," I suggested.  "I have a better chance of defending myself that she does."

 "I have a suggestion," Lola said. "Why don't we all sleep in the bed.  You can each sleep with a pistol under your pillow."

 "I swear, I am so tired, that it sounds reasonable to me," I said.

 "Well it's a little weird, but since nothing is going to happen, I guess I don't mind," Mellon agreed.

 Things did happen, but some stories can not be told.  At least, not without a stiff drink in my hand, and a couple in my system.  When I finally fell asleep, I slept lightly but I rested well.

 When Anders arrived the next morning, Everyone was awake and dressed.  While Mellon drove Lola home, I sat with Anders drinking coffee.

 "Should I ask, what happened here last night?" Anders asked.

 "I wouldn't," I suggested shaking my head.

 "So are we going to the office this morning?" Anders asked.

 "Sure, why not?" I asked. "But first how about some breakfast?" I asked.

 "Pancakes or eggs," she asked.

 "How about we go to the coffee shop, there has to be at least a dozen cops in there at any given time.  What could be safer than that?" I asked.

 "Nice try, but I guess it is pancakes," Anders said.

 After a breakfast of soggy pancakes, we walked to my office.  The data Link was blinking with the message light.  Since I had given the number to no one, I assumed it was business, though I couldn't imagine anyone calling that quickly.

 "Mr. Bird, I think we should talk.  There seems to be some misunderstanding about my intentions.  Please give me a call.  Oh this is Helen Thompson of WAM."

 "Interesting," I commented.

 "How so?" Anders asked.

 "We turned this Link on yesterday morning.  If she had looked me up by name, she would have gotten the home communicator, not this one.  Somehow she got the number for Bird

Investigations," I said.

 "Is that important?" Anders asked.

 "I have no idea, it is at least peculiar," I admitted.

 "So should I page Mellon?" Anders ask.

 "You do what you want, I am going to go see Helen Thompson this very moment," I said with an absolute conviction in my voice.

 "Okay, let me leave a message as to where we are, just in case Ms. Thompson has a surprise waiting for us," Anders said.

 "Go ahead, but I doubt she would arrange a hit, while I was on the way to meet her.  It would dump this right in her lap," I said.

 "Anders left the message with Mellon's communicator, before we left the office.  

 I rode in the zone car which Anders had been assigned.  I have to admit the zone car was a lot more fun than the Byrd.  Anders roared around the trolleys as we moved across town.  At least it was roaring compared to the snail like Byrd.

 When we entered the door to the WAM office, the receptionist was expecting me.  She looked rather hard at Anders though.  I'm not sure Ms. Thompson was expecting any witnesses.

 "You can go right in Mr. Bird, but I am going to have to ask the officer to wait out here," she said in a much friendlier voice than on my last visit.

 "That's okay, but first I take a look inside the office," Anders said more to show her authority, than for any security reason.  She followed me into the rather plush office of the president of WAM.  Anders took a rather quick look around, then closed the door behind her as she left the room.

 "This is a pretty swank office for a non profit group," I commented.

 "I never said this was a non profit group.  It is, but I don't have to work in a hovel," she said shortly.  "Mr. Bird, this is not a social call.  I asked you here so that we could get a couple of things straight.  I do not like you personally, though it would make no difference if I did.  Your kind almost destroyed this world.  The only reason we still have a world was a freak act of nature,"  She paused for a breath.

 "So you plan to keep the world all women?" I asked.

 "Of course not, men are a fact of life.  Actually the human race needs men to survive. What we do not need is for men to have any authority," she said.

 "You mean keep them institutionalized?" I asked.

 "Not at all, I just want to give the world the option of not allowing men in sensitive positions," she said.

 "What kind of positions do you consider sensitive?" I asked.

 "Any position where men can make decisions.  Your sex has a lousy record with it's decisions," she informed me.

 "I understood that as your position.  So why bother calling me down to explain it again?" I asked.

 "I understand, there has been a contract let on you.  I do hope that is the right word," she said.

 "I don't know, what word you would use to sanitize murder," I replied.

 "Whatever word you want to use makes no difference.  I had nothing to do with it," She stated adamantly.

 "Sure you did.  Even if you didn't personally put up the money, you gave someone else the idea to do it.  Some of the hate you vomit out was bound to land on some poor unstable soul.  Some woman, with more money than brains, is trying to have me killed.  I take that real personal, and I hold you responsible," I said.

 "That's too bad, the cops won't see it that way," she informed me.

 "If I find out you had anything at all to do with this, the cops are going to be the least of your worries," I said warming to the new role I had begun to play.

 "What does that mean?" she asked.

 "It means, if you have anything to do with this, you better pay up your life insurance," I said turning to go.

 "Mr. Bird," she called after me.  "I think, all things considered, you should be the one paying the life insurance."

 "We will see, what we will see," I said as I left her office.

 On the drive back to my office, Anders asked,  "So is she the one?"

 "I have no idea.  If I had to guess, I would say she didn't put up the money, but she knows about it.  The only way she would know, is to know the person who is arranging the hit," I said.

 "Not really," Anders said.

 "How so?" I asked.

 "We have some WAM members in the department," she informed me.

 "Who?" I asked unbelieving.

 "They don't exactly tell me, but I see their pamphlets around," she said.

 "Is that why, you and Mellon are my only guards?" I asked.

 "I expect so, the Chief really does want the killer.  Before she kills you would be better, but after is okay too," Anders said with a grin.

 "Thank you, Mary Sunshine," I said with my own smile.

 Back at the office, Anders began listening to the novel she had started the day before.  She was kind enough to use the headphones with her personal audio disk player.  I gave some thought to dumping Anders.  I really wanted to talk to Anna.  I figured, if there were any hanky panky with Hellfire, she would surely know.  The Hellfire connection was pretty shaky but somebody was putting out the contract.  Of course, it could have been anyone with a few bucks.  After all they started out trying to hire frogs.  If they had been talking to Anna, I would be a lot more worried.

 That particular thought shook me to the core.  I didn't know that they hadn't been talking to Anna about the hit.  God how stupid could I be, Anna might at this very moment be dispatching a hit team to my office.  I could imagine what would be left alive when a real hit team left, nothing and no one.

 I picked up our coffee cups then went through the door into the drugstore storage room.  I put the cups on the counter, then continued on out the front door.  From there it was a short trip around the building to my Byrd.  

 I drove at a blistering twenty five miles and hour to Julia's.  When I entered through the front, I didn't see anyone I recognized as Anna girls.  I moved to take a seat in the rear.  I knew that if she were in the restaurant, someone would come for me.  At least I hoped they would.

 The waiter never got a chance to take my order.  "So Bird we meet again?" Sam said seating herself at the table.

 "Hi Sam, I need to talk to the boss," I said.

 "She said to tell you she was busy.  She also said to talk to me," Sam said.

 "Okay Sam, I wouldn't be here, if I didn't need some information.  This is not a request for help.  I just need to know something," I said.

 "So ask," Sam said.

 "Did anyone approach you gals about hitting me?" I asked.

 "Boss said you would get to that.  Frankly we weren't expecting you so quick.  Yeah, we had a call.  It came a couple of days ago," Sam said,

 "If I asked, would you tell me who called?" I asked.

 "You should know better than that.  That ain't how business is done," Sam asked.

 "So did you take it?" I asked.

 "If the boss took it, you would already be dead.  The way I hear it, the broad couldn't get anyone to take it yet.  She is fishin' around for some freelancers, but she is going to have a hard time with that one.  Most of them have worked for us at one time or another.  The boss sent out the word, she would be very unhappy if you was to get yourself killed."

 "I don't suppose you could point me in the right direction?" I asked.

 "I could but I ain't.  The boss said you could figure it for yourself," Sam said.

 "So if you aren't going to hit me, then I guess I got a chance," I said.

 "Odds are against you, but sure you got a chance," Sam said with a grin.

 "Thanks Sam," I said.

 "You plannin' a little night work?" She asked.

 "A little," I said.

 "Good idea, just be careful.  Some of the buildings in this town got them fancy Link alarms," Sam said.

 "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," I admitted.

 "By the way, the boss has a message for you.  First of all, the job offer is still open, and second she lied," Sam said with a grin.

 "Thanks Sam, tell her I said I appreciate the offer.  You never know when I am going to need a job."

 "Not unless you figure out who the woman is that wants your balls on a string," Sam said with a grin.

 "I plan to keep working on that one," I admitted.

 I arrived at the office, in time for lunch.  Anders was livid.  "Where the hell have you been.  The only reason, I didn't have the whole department out looking for you is that I hated to admit a man gave me the slip," she said.

 "Calm down Anders," I said. "I just went out to pick up a burger.  No, I didn't bring you one because I knew you would be pissed."

 "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in compound?" I asked.

 "Of course not," she stated.

 "Well I spent twenty one years in one.  When you are in prison, you can't do much of anything, but when you are in a government institution, they let you do anything you want within reason.  Monopoly pretty soon loses it's appeal, so a few of us took up climbing.  There were no mountains, so we climbed the buildings," I said.

 "I'll bet that went over big.  I mean you being such a high priority resource," Mellon said with a grin.

 "They probably would have strapped me to my bed, if they had ever caught me," I admitted.

 "So you are going to climb the WAM's office building.  Okay, but why?" Mellon asked.

 "Okay, the building is filled with infrared and motion detectors.  If I went in through the door, the cops would arrive before I could climb the stairs to the office.  I sure as hell couldn't get away,&q">  "Like hell, where have you been?" she asked.

 "Out for a burger, that's my story and I'm married to it," I said.

 Anders didn't like it but she dropped the subject anyway.  She also went with me everywhere for the balance of the day.  Me, I spent most of the afternoon sitting around trying to figure our just who the hell was paying the freight.  Sam had all but suggested I take a look at the files of WAM.  At least, I thought that was her suggestion.  Whether it was on not, it was my intention to do just that.  During my visit to the offices of WAM, I had paid a lot of attention to their security.  The only thing I noticed was an infrared detector in the outer office.  I expected that since there was no outside door to the inner office, no one had bothered to put a detector in it.  The owner had expected that any unauthorized entry would have to be through the reception area.

 Each hallway also had a detector installed at floor level.  Each and everyone of them had been installed, and then attached to the Hellfire computer.  The computer would call the cops, if a detector were tripped.  It was an interesting problem, and I spent all afternoon working on it.

 I came with some pretty outlandish plans.  Most of them consisted of things like stilts to defeat the low level detectors.  But none would allow me to defeat all of them.  I wanted to do it, so as to have it go undetected.  I gave up on that idea around four p.m.  In the end I called Mellon.  When I reached her, I read her a list of things I wanted her to bring.  I gave her my authorization number to us as payment. She arrive at five to relieve Anders early.  We walked into the parking lot to talk.  "So why exactly did you want all this crap?"  She asked.

 "I'm going to pay a visit to WAM tonight," I admitted.

 "That doesn't tell me why you wanted all this rope and other crap," she explained.

 "Mellon, were you ever confined to a walled in c