57pm Chapter 1 It had been a busy day at the office; Fridays always were. Last minute orders always flooded in when there were only ten minutes lef... of the working day, and it always kept me back at work for several hours after my official closing time. But I don’t mind. I’m a helpful guy, and I like going the extra mile for people. I just wish they appreciated it more; appreciated me more. Sighing wearily, I let myself into my flat and undress, heading straight for the shower. As I stand. I'm glad she did. We got seven more requests over the next hour. One of them was even from Salt Lake City. I had no idea what to do and Dad suggested I call Mr. Perkins and let him know what was going on and what my concerns were.I called Perkins. He was in a good mood. Evidently, response to the article had been good and he'd had inquiries about the next training sessions. He was ecstatic about the number of TV stations that wanted to talk to me until I told him I was not interested in. Damn. I can't cut and run while this guy's eyeing me.He trotted up to a group of bikers that he thought was the third fist. Maybe I can convince them not to kill me. "Who the fuck are you?" asked a wiry guy with a purple mohawk.Hmm. Maybe not. Ben had always been a rotten liar, but he gave it a go anyway. "I'm a runner from the first fist. We saw the guy heading towards here. Your supposed to be on your guard."A Chicano with a goatee squinted at Ben, examining him. "You ain't with Turner's. Iget a lot of looks, but people are actually kind of subdued. I lookweird anyhow with an eye patch and giant guard over my nose. I walk tomy homeroom class. I don't make eye contact with anyone, as I sit down.I start reading my geography text book, I'm guessing read the nextchapter was probably the homework assignment. I pretend that I am veryinterested, fascinated even in, alluvial plains. "I like your makeup,Danny," says Denise quietly, who sits behind me. I don't know Denisevery well,.