A small gasp escaped my throat, too low for Anne to hear, but loud enough to put a delighted smile on professor Morgan’s lips. ‘It’s – it’s ... game,’ Anne finally replied without much conviction. ‘A game?’ Professor Morgan’s mouth twitched. ‘Interesting. If you stay in this area, I’d love it if you could visit me after term is finished, and show me how you play that game. Perhaps I could participate too.’ My eyes turned to Anne, whose face was shifting between panic and excitement. Just like. “But before you make a decision of that weight, I think you owe it to Heather to at least meet with her. She’s been waiting a very long time to see you.”James swallowed involuntarily. The voice he’d heard over the phone had been undeniably familiar and he didn’t doubt that the concern in her voice was real. Was she brainwashed too? Would they go that far to create cover for an operation like this?“Fair enough. I’ll see her.”“Good. She’ll be sent in shortly. Before we go, I need to perform a. At first; I didn'tthink anything of it...he did that a lot. "Going to the Library", he wouldsay. But this time I noticed that he was carrying a Playboy magazine! And;even at 12 years old, I knew what Playboy was. But I (at that time) didn'tknow what kind of fascination that type of book held for men.I went on working on my homework for a little while until my eyes caught somesort of "quick" movement in the bathroom. So; I moved to where I could seethrough the gap in the door a little. “Don’t take this wrong Lt. Green, but I expected to be performing an autopsy on you when you first arrived from your crash. By living, you represent an important medical opportunity. I’ve sent a copy of your case notes to Sir Walter Morley-Fletcher, director of the Medical Research Committee. He’s a friend of mine.”Rootstein glanced at the Captain as he dropped Fletcher’s name into the conversation, probably trying to score a point at my expense. Alfred sighed theatrically.“I’d send a copy of.