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The Gilded Fountain Pen
The office smelled of coffee. The clock was ticking loudly on the wall. The hands showed five to nine. Myles was furiously searching through the papers and trophies on his desk. Finally with a huff he leaped to his feet, sending his chair rolling backwards. "Okay, who took it?" he demanded.
"What have you lost?" asked Demitrius.
"His brain?" Lucy signed to Sue. She grinned in response.
"My gold plated fountain pen! I got it as a reward for excellence of study at Harvard..." he paused a moment in pleasant recollection before snapping back to the cruel reality. "It was right here this morning!" he shouted.
"Oh my, I wonder where it could be?" said Lucy.
"Maybe you threw it out by accident," Sue suggested.
"That's absurd," Myles snapped. "If someone is hiding it, I must insist that it is returned. This isn't funny."
"It is possible that you threw it out," put in Bobby. "I had this Jerry West collectors basketball card from 1971, but my Mom got rid of it by accident."
"Well I'm not your mother," said Myles.
"No kidding?"
"Keep your eye out for a ransom note," said Jack.
"Maybe Levi took your pen," Lucy suggested innocently. The golden retriever whined and perked up his ears.
"He says it wasn't him," Sue translated for her dog.
"Imagine someone managing to steal something from an FBI agent," Jack shook his head sympathetically. "Must have been a professional job." By now Myles Leland the third was fuming. He glared around the room at the suspects. It was probably Lucy... or all of them together. How smug they seemed.
"What's the fuss?" Tara asked as she bounced perkily into the room, eating a granola bar.
"Myles can't seem to find his pen," Lucy filled her in.
"Have you seen it anywhere?" Myles questioned anxiously.
"You mean the one behind your ear?" Tara asked gesturing.
Myles' snatched it into his hand, and looked at it -startled- then his expression turned to one of extreme annoyance. He glanced darkly about the room before turning back to his paper work, with which he engaged himself intently.
"There's an e-mail here from Joey Hatch," Jack announced presently. "He says he's found our ticket to the Falcon."
"Who?" asked Lucy.
"He's the head of a rather large smuggling ring," said Jack. "My informant hasn't been able to tell us his real name yet."
"Joey just works for one of the sub leaders in the group," Sue added. "He hasn't even met the Falcon yet because this guy is paranoid about caution."
Myles pushed aside the papers on his desk and looked up. "So what's this ticket Hatch has got us?"
"He says that that the Falcon is going to be meeting some guy at a cafe near the Lincoln Memorial," Jack said looking up from his computer. "Someone called Hank Radley."
"We have Radley's picture from an armed robbery some years ago," put in Tara.
"So," nodded Jack. "We just watch for Radley, and call in the troops when his friend arrives."
"That's great." Sue said. "When?"
"Eleven. We don't have much time."