"I just ask Professor Bennett for a registration approval form and bring it back on Monday?" Spencer asked.

"Yep." The redhead grinned at him. "Was there anything else?"

"No. Thank you."

The girl scrawled something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "If you think of anything else."

Spencer looked at the paper. "Actually." He stuttered for a moment. He glanced back at Danny.

Danny looked up from the brochure he was reading. He had no idea what the kid was up to but he was ready to get out of there. The whole place gave him flashbacks of getting sent to the principal's office in grade school. As a child, Danny usually wasn't the one to start trouble. But he always finished it. At least until his father gave him a guilt trip extreme about disappointing his mother by not using his brains for something good. He smiled as he remembered his father's reaction when he pointed out that his mother had been dead for two years. "That doesn't mean she's not watching you." He'd said.

Spencer turned back to the girl who gave him an odd look.

"I'm sure you're very nice. And you are very pretty. It's just . . ."

"I get it." She said, glancing at Danny who was standing in the hall grinning at them. "Don't worry about it. I'll see you on Monday with your forms."

"yeah. Monday."

"What was that all about?" Danny dumped the brochure on the counter and followed Spencer outside.

"I got the information. And then she gave me her phone number."

"You gonna call her?"

"No. She's years younger than me and I kind of have a girlfriend."

"Kind of?"

"She lives in Los Angeles."

"I see. What was that other stuff?"

"What stuff?"

"She was looking at me all funny."

"I think she thought you were my boyfriend."

Danny laughed. "At least you got good taste. So you think this plan is gonna work."

"It should. Class registration starts on Monday and today's the last day to pick up paperwork. No professor is going to be surprised by a student trying to get into a class at the last minute. It should give me the opportunity to get Bennett alone in his office to explain to him what's going on."

They stopped at a van. An agent was waiting for them.

He handed Spencer a small object the size and shape of a PDA.

"This will pick up any radio signal in the room. That way you'll know if he's listening."

He handed each of them another object, the size of a car alarm trigger.

"This is a panic button. Office hours are almost over and the building is getting pretty quiet. The subject could try to make a move. If he does, this will bring us all in."

"Okay, loverboy." Danny laughed. "Let's do this."