Meanwhile, back in Honolulu, Professor Blaner had just completed another day's work at the U and was headed home. He was passing the large, circular
fountain in the courtyard between his office and the parking garage when he was approached by Mr. Larkin.
"Oh!" the startled Mr. Blaner said as he dropped his Scribner on the walk, "It's you."
"Yes, I'm here about our little project. What news do you have?" Mr. Larkin asked.
"I, ummm, I ... ", stuttered the professor.
"Calm down, we know about the plane crash." Mr. Larkin comforted. "As you know, DARPA has invested a great deal of time, planning, interest and
funding into this project. I'm here to follow-up on our acquisition."
"I, ummmm, I ..." *gulp* "I don't know what to tell you. I really have no idea myself", the professor squeaked.
"You have no idea? Do you mean to tell me you were unaware of ~Something's~ transfer?" questioned the DARPA acquisition agent.
"That's correct Sir." Herbert replied briefly.
"And did you know that ~Something~ survived and is now in the hands of a U.N. representative, an economic advisor by the name of John Walsh?" Troy
Larkin questioned authoritatively.
"Uuuum, no Sir, I didn't." the professor squeaked while grabbing a hankerchief from his pocket and dabbing his neck.
"And weren't you concerned for your Doctor friend? Did you even enquire about his welfare?"
"Uuuum, well, I ummm ... heard on the news that ..."
Troy cut him off, then blurted "You incompetant fool! You will never see another DARPA contract in your life. Is that understood?" He abruptly
turned and left the campus in a huff.
Editor's Advisory: The places may be real, but the names and facts are purely fiction and do not represent any living person, entity or agenda. TZ
edit on 4/11/2011 by Trexter Ziam because: (no reason given)