Chapter 6: Another Missing
The journey to the FBI headquarters began with Charlie explaining about the importance of angles and how to be as accurate as possible.
"Angles help keep infrastructures up, and may help you out of tight spots, like if you're trapped somewhere and spy a hole in the roof, you can thus calculate the distance that you need to travel, or in this case, leap to get out, by finding the trig ratios, and an ability to judge the force used or to be used."
Alex nodded. He could use those calculations to aid his miraculous escapes from the mentally unstable criminals that the MI6 sends him after.
Don was probably thinking along the same lines as he was nodding, looking thoughtful.
Charlie, however, was not finished.
"For the most accurate estimations to come, well, there's neither shortcuts nor tips. Only that practise makes perfect. Let me introduce what will now be known as the angle game. I will point out an angle for you to estimate, and then you do likewise for me."
"OK"
"Let's begin. Angle of left tree branch to tree trunk."
A pause. Then:
"38 degrees."
"Not bad, it's 31 degrees."
"Might I suggest you stop your rather interesting game dear brother and his student," Don cut in. "I think Alex should be told who the watch out for."
"Sure Don," Charlie answered, he was more willing to tell Alex about the case now that he had been accepted into the fold. "Alex, while on campus, watch out for a person who is easy to talk to, friendly and sometimes rather remote and cold and calculating."
"Why?" Alex asked, while his mind was racing furiously. That teacher that approached him at lunch. What was her name?
"It's just a precaution, Alex," Don answered. "Megan, our profilist, came up with that description for a perp."
"Oh, OK," Alex replied, then muttered under his breath, thinking. "Easy to talk to, friendly, yet remote, cold and calculating. That teacher, the blond teacher with blue eyes. What is her name?"
"Hey Kid! Are you alright?" Don asked concerned.
Alex ignored him, frustrated. Then suddenly:
"PEACH!" Alex exclaimed. "Professor Peter Peach!".
"Kid?" Don asked.
"Peach? What about Peach, Alex?" Charlie added.
"I was approached by Peach after Amita left. And thinking about it. Peach fits the profile of your perp."
"You sure about that Kiddo?"
"Yeah Don, I'm certain."
"Well, watch out for yourself, but try not to let Peach know we're onto his case," Don said, then turned to Charlie, continued. "Charlie, what can you tell me about Peter Peach?"
"All I can tell you is that Peter Peach is a Chemistry professor, who got very good marks in Chem., obviously. That's about all that I know about her. Though Larry is probably more in acquaintance with Peach. As a physicist, he'll probably have worked with her, as a chemist, as a physicist does," Charlie explained.
"Hang on a minute! Her?" Don was surprised. "Peter Peach is a female? Are you sure about that Alex?"
"Yes Don, Peach is a female. And yes, I'm sure. I'm more than sure, I'm certain." Alex was agitated.
"One thing Alex, nothing is completely certain, except some of the, she we say, exceptions to the rule. You are confident," Charlie clarified.
"Charlie, I don't care, so long as Peach is a plausible suspect," Don said, as he pulled into the tall FBI building. They had arrived.
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Upon entering the fifth floor, first office on the right, Alex was greeted with a large cluster of desks and narrow aisles, it was amazing how the Feds managed to manoeuvre about.
Don lead the way to his cluster of desks and turned to David, a South American agent, who was at the moment snoozing with his feet up on his desk.
"David. David!" Don yelled.
THUMP!
David landed on the ground.
"Yes Boss?" David asked sheepishly from the ground.
"See what you can find out about Professor Peter Peach of CalSci College," Don said, looking annoyed, while Charlie and Alex were trying to stifle the huge grins that were becoming apparent on their faces.
"I'm on it Don," David said.
At that moment, a blond woman with hazel eyes entered.
"Don, you're back. Hey Charlie," the woman's eyes rested on Alex.
"Hey Megan," Charlie called in greeting.
"Megan, this is Alex. Alex, Megan," Don introduced them to each other.
"Hi," Megan and Alex chorused.
Megan turned to Don.
"I don't mean anything, but Don. Alex is listening to case details."
Don shrugged, unconcerned, "I didn't tell him any of the old details in the backgrounds, nor discoveries. Besides, you can trust him."
"As you say Don. He does act totally trustworthy."
"Megan's a shrink," Charlie explained.
"So Megan, what saw you rushing in breathless just a while ago?" Don asked, distracting Megan from her retort.
"Another Missing."
A/N: Here's another chapter, I hope you've enjoyed it. It's shorter than usual, but this seems a plausible place to stop. Please, give me some feedback on what you think of it, if you have any ideas on how I could improve my writing don't hesitate to tell me.