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Myers dropped his hand and looked at the guard already barking into his walkie-talkie. "We were just cleaning out Doctor Tomsen's office."

"Tell that to the boss!" the guard replied with another glance at the brain on the floor.

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"Certainly. I'll get it wrapped up right away."..."You too."

The chief of BIT security hung up the phone on his desk, and sighed as he placed both forearms on the desk calender in the center of the paper clutter. "Today is a lucky day for both of you."

"How so?" Laura asked.

The chief stood up from his desk, and motioned for Laura and Myers to do the same. "The president of the university has decided to let this drop quietly." The chief looked at Laura and sighed. "He understands, Miss Tomsen, that you're most likely distraught at the death of your father, and that you and Mister Myers got a little carried away in cleaning out his office." The chief's face remained straight. "The president will have the appropriate colleagues of your father's clean his office out within the next few days and have his personal effects delivered to you promptly. As for you, Mister Myers," the chief only looked in Myers's general direction, "the Institute will be in touch with you shortly regarding your reassignment. Let me show you two out."

Laura and Myers didn't speak to one another again until they stood in the sunlight once more, out of sight of the guards who had escorted them out of the administration building.

"I'm sorry about kicking you like that." Laura looked down at Myers's crotch, which was still hidden by the lab coat.

Myers smiled up at the descending sun as he slipped on a pair of sunglasses. "You're really not, but thanks anyway." He coughed. "Sorry about your mother."




















































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