It would be a ‘thank you, let’s work together’ kind of boiler plate letter. Cal wrote it out longhand, editing as he went. Fifteen minutes later... he was done.He was starting to get tired. Before he went home he would make some notes for the next day. He jotted them on a pad. Call Shad; meet with Homer; call Sherman and Ross. The latter two were Appleton’s State legislators in Albany. Cal wondered where they belonged in his lineup on the grid. There also needed to be a meeting of the Economic. It’s me Tim. You know Tim Murphy. The guy you hired and trained to be the guard for this place over fifteen years ago.”The confused face syndrome seemed to be spreading. It was now present on all four faces in the most secured and secret room in the secured and secret laboratory. The lab spread out underneath a Texas Army National Guard Armory, a defunct helipad for Ft. Sam Houston and the newly relocated Brooke Army Medical Center. BAMC is the flagship for medical training for the U.S. Army.“I. " She's on her way. She should be there in a couple of hours." Thanks. Fast work." People like Maeve know how to jump, Pru. She's excited to work with you again. What else?" Get me a personnel file on Captain Jiang Lia-Chu. She's the OSG force commander here. I need some background." On its way."Pru spent several minutes going over the file of the hostages. She called up the personal files of each individual and made a number of notes. She scanned Captain Jiang's file and noticed little she did. She consoled herself that they probably died of smoke inhalation before burning to death, but that was small comfort."Damn, thought I could save them..." she muttered despondently. Shaking her head she flew back to her apartment, unaware of the black ooze that stained her costume.Karen returned, slipping through her window. She threw her costume into the hamper and walked to the bathroom to shower off the smell of the bay water. The television was still going on about the crash, but she was too.