I opened the sportsbag and took out a short crowbar, forced the tapered end into the gap between the jamb and the door, and leaned into it with my ful... weight. There was a moment's resistance and then the wood splintered and the door swung open. I gripped the crowbar hard as I stepped through.I was in a passage that ended in a solid door with a new mortise-lock. Opposite each other were two flimsier doors. I pushed open the one on the left and saw an empty room that had once been used for. "I haven't finished my pre-flight check." He said stubbornly."Damn your stupid pre-flight check for the hundredth time!" She whirled and swept his diagnostic tools off the pilot's console. "I don't have time to humor your pedantic need to inspect every inch of the ship. Now get out!"John Bren retrieved his amp probe from where it had rolled under the pilot's chair. "It's not pedantic; it's common sense. We left the Warlock out here on the concrete for the night while we were in town. Anyone. I knocked on the apartment door about seven. Sherry greeted me with a hug and a compliment. She too was dressed in a short skirt, albeit a bit more modest than mine, along with a button down blouse. Greg wasn’t there, but he was on his way from work. Sherry handed me a glass of red wine. “You look enticing,” Sherry said as we sat on the couch. She was obviously just as nervous as I was. Sherry disclosed that Greg was in a for a big surprise. I was confused. I thought Greg knew I would be. “What about the other equipment that your people still have?” Paramus asked.“We’ll keep it for now. If we need to bury anyone else, we’ll get what we need there. Just cover for the missing equipment,” Stone told him.“I told Phil to write it off. It’s all old tech but still works well against the unwary,” Paramus said with a smile. “It’s all surplus at best anyway.”Neither the Boston AIC nor Director Stone were happy that their plan to place Parks under investigation had failed. Paramus didn’t.