No sooner had I turned left instead of right than another runner came into view, and I silently thanked God for letting me be here when he did. His ha...r was dark and closely cropped, though not as short as a member of the armed forces. His chest was wide but narrowed to about a 32-inch waist. His legs were a fine compromise between the chicken legs of many runners and the freakishly overbuilt stumps of weightlifters and gym rats. He was shirtless, and a nice patch of hair dusted his chest. He. She was fifty-two years old. She had kept the country safe through all kinds of threats, both publicly disclosed and undisclosed, for over three years.Today, Ms. Peterson was enjoying the long weekend at her Northern Virginia home, with family. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, before brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash. Mine was in the business school. Plan II bills itself as Ivy League quality and it is. It is also full of pretentious intellectuals.Plan II is where I met Cathy. It was love at first sight... on her part. It took me a bit longer to notice her. Not that she wasn't good looking; she was a knockout by any standards, and by Plan II standards she was Miss Universe. Her problem was that I hated all the Plan II bullshit. I loved my courses, and I loved the professors, but I've found that most. ” Al’Jafar pointed.Few strokes of his fingers sent what he had discovered to other people in the room, “I want to know what caused that.”What appeared on everyone’s screen was a device that was glowing one second, hurling through space at dizzying speeds and next it just vanished in front of their eyes. People worked in silence. Everyone had their own thoughts on what happened, but everyone depended on their training, everyone wanted cold hard evidence before their imaginations could run.