Collage was almost the same way .He always did well but never did much to loose the nerd image.He had studied computers as at that time they were just...getting started so he got in on the ground floor.Back then in collage you had to be rich to have a computer in your home but now all you needed was a desk and a phone connection and the world was yours.He turned the knowledge he gained back then into the solid job with great pay that he had now.Every so often he would make a slient prayer to. "I did, go on please," he said."When I arrived at the ball field, I was not armed. I had instructed the chief to inform Blain to also be unarmed. However Martin, aka the Irishman had posted himself on top of the concession stand with a sniper rifle. His job was to make sure Blain didn't murder me. When Blain arrived he walked across the field to me and position himself so that I was between the concession stand and him. Martin had no shot. He also informed me that his brother Thomas had killed. Of course everything had to be translated, but as I mentioned prior, the Char had really good programs for doing so. My research into their computer systems was what led me to believe that my father's plan would be rejected. Despite that, our arrangement worked out quite well for me, as while my father and his friends were off formulating their plan of attack, I had free rein of the Consensus's computer system, which you can damn well bet I made good use of.It was really rather sad to watch my. God is that--"That's when John hit him full force in the mouth with his big fist, dropping the young man to the ground and causing an enormous eruption of blood to begin spurting from his nose and mouth. Several people screamed causing even more to look at what was going on. Quickly some of the girls rushed to the aid of their fallen teammate, wondering what had just happened."You probably shouldn't do that anymore," John said and walked back to the field. The people in the stands called for.