Chapter: 2

"God, Jenks, you are a lifesaver." Ivy said into her cell phone. She and Jenks were using the direct connect feature on their cell phones to set up the positions of the cameras. Ivy brought along her laptop so she could monitor the feeds, and was amazed at how good the images were.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the pixie's voice came over the cell phone. "Just tell me if this angle is OK. Can you see me in the room?"

Ivy clicked the button on the side of her cell phone. "Nice ass, Jenks. Quit mooning me and let's finish up. I think we should be all set with the camera placement."

The pixie's small stature granted him access to places most people couldn't get to. That fact plus the tiny size of the high tech cameras meant that Ivy's view point could capture entire rooms. They decided to cover the main hallway, the living room, and the two master suite-sized bedrooms upstairs. Jenks rigged the cameras so that motion would turn them on. They could set the amount of time the cameras would record the actions in the rooms, or Ivy could over-ride the feature. It would be up to her discretion to keep recording longer or shut it off sooner, based on the material.

"Jenks to command central."

"What is it now?" Ivy said as she tried to find him on one of the four cameras.

"Did I mention the infrared feature?" Jenks asked as the lights shut off in the entire house. Ivy's face was lit up by her lap top screen. The images of the rooms had gone to black and white, and there, in the middle of the master bedroom, hovered Jenks, waving at the camera.

Smiling broadly, Ivy clicked the talkie button on her phone. In her best martial arts theater voice she said "You are the Master."

Doing a karate pose in mid air and then cracking himself up, Jenks flew out of the frame. It was only a matter of seconds before the lights came back on again. It was only a few seconds more for Jenks to rejoin Ivy in the Webb's kitchen.

"So, Grasshopper, what do you think? Will this do the job?"

"And then some," Ivy said with appreciation in her voice. "Did you learn how to do all this from the I.S.?"

"Yeah. You would be surprised how much you can pick up from working with those lunkers." Jenks buzzed around the kitchen, poking into cabinets and other nooks and crannies.

"Well, thanks to you, we finished ahead of schedule." Ivy said as she watched the pixie nosing around. "I'll pack up the laptop and we can get out of here."

"Sounds good," Jenks said, emerging from a lazy susan with a sugar packet. "Do you mind if I take this?" he asked. "I wouldn't except my sugar is a little low from all the flying around."

"I'm sure no one will miss it," Ivy said as she went through the process of shutting down the computer. "Now are you sure about the range of this set up? I'll be able to monitor it from the church?"

"Relax, its remote access. You could log into this program from across the country and watch Mrs. Webb bumping uglies with her boyfriend." Jenks ripped open the sugar packet and downed a handful.

"Allegedly bumping uglies," Ivy corrected, smiling at the pixie.

"Hey, who are these people in the pictures on the refrigerator?" Jenks asked, scooping another handful of sugar.

Ivy squinted and looked at the huge stainless steel appliance. "The older looking guy is Mr. Webb."

"Is that his daughter?" Jenks asked, pointing to a younger, pretty woman in the picture next to the distinguished older man.

Ivy stepped closer to see. "They don't have any kids, Jenks. That's his wife."

"No wonder he's worried about her cheating. Wow, what is she, like a trophy wife? How much Viagra do you think he goes through?" Jenks flitted around the refrigerator in tight circles, the sugar clearly haven taken effect.

"Come on Jenks, you can bring your sugar with you. I want to do a quick walk through to make sure we didn't leave anything lying around, and then I'll take you home."

"All right, all right," he said around a mouthful of sugar, "but you're wasting your time. You won't find anything lying around. You are dealing with a professional."

Ivy rolled her eyes at the pixie. "Don't let this go to your head. You're hard enough to deal with."

Following her out of the kitchen, he flew past her head. "Wait until I tell Rachel you called me the Master!"