“We should make arrangements for you to meet him.”“I’m out of town for the next couple of weeks. I usually take my vacation for Christmas and ...ew Years. We could set something up for the weekend of the 9th if you’d like,” she offered. “I HAVE met your father though. He was up to see you in the ICU.”I nodded. “That was as a nurse that was tending his son. We want him to see you outside that environment. I’ll set up a dinner or something for that weekend. I’ll bring a few of my girls and do. It seemed like our paths were crossing frequently, but we were not together very much.“It will be nice to be able to settle into one place for a few months,” I said as I surveyed the building site.Alison snorted and said, “I doubt you will ever gather much moss, Paul.”I frowned and we headed inside. While most of the cavernous space was empty, one set of interior walls was up, along the long side of the building. Large bays with sliding doors were built there, each for a different fabrication. ” “What about my life? What about my friends and my responsibilities?” “That’s tough luck,” she shrugs. “No, I can’t just leave. I’ve got a lot going on,” I say. “Since you’ve killed their assassin, the enemy does not know Ben Sanberg has the chip. It would be better if he hid as an ordinary citizen until we determine our next move. I have already taken the liberty of deleting the street footage,” Aurora says. “But shouldn’t we relocate?” she asks. “You can hear her too?” I ask. “Of course, I. In his hand, he clutched somepaper - an account of the action that had left him wounded, but hadsaved some of his men. Unlike most times, he wore shorts, showing off,mostly to himself, how damaged he was.Anya approached silently. Ed sat in a relaxed posture, but it wasobvious to anyone who looked that, even sitting, he was in considerablepain. She sat beside him on the park bench. "Nice afternoon," shevolunteered.Ed didn't bother to look at her. "I guess," he answered, half-heartedlyat.