"I wasn't completely convinced that I should believe what Mark told me. I had only met him for all of two minutes, but for some reason I knew I should follow his advice. For some reason I knew this whole shindig was going to be concluded in this University."

George approached the front steps of the building and walked up the steps into what he assumed was the academic building. He opened the door and proceeded in, being greeted by a tall two story room with a receptionist desk in front of him. Behind the desk a portly middle aged woman sat, filing her nails.

"What can I do for you honey?" She said in a gruff voice, not looking up at George for more than five seconds before going back to her nails. "You looking for someone?"

"Uh, actually I'm not too sure what I'm looking for. I was told to come here and all of my questions would be answered."

"I felt stupid then, realizing how much of a loon I must've sounded like standing there not knowing what I was doing there, but asking for help. I thought that I would just leave and keep what dignity I had left intact but then he came."

The receptionist stopped filing her nails and laughed. "Well, honey I can't much help you then can I?"

George hung his head because he knew it was hopeless. "S'pose not, I guess."

He turned to leave but was stopped by a familiar voice. "George? George? Is that you?"

George turned to face the voice; he was greeted by a face he thought he'd never see again.

"George you dirty S.O.B what are you doing here?" Peter Jenkins said as he held out his hand for George to shake. George took the hand quickly and shook it ferociously, administering their handshake afterwards.

"Peter, what are you doing here?"

"I work here, but you don't so what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm on a case actually, and all the signs seem to be leading me here." George motioned to the building and Peter followed his hand with his gaze.

"Anything I can help with?" Peter motioned for George to walk with him.

"Well, I'm not actually sure Peter but I'm looking for this dame's heirloom and I think it might be here somewhere." George frowned.

"I knew that even if it was here, it'd be hell trying to find it. That little heirloom would be terribly hard to find in this huge campus."

"To be honest George? It's going to be hell trying to find an heirloom on this huge campus."

"Yeah, I figured that one."

"Although, there have been an increase in the number of supplies we normally receive for keeping animals alive and such. Also, there are some unmarked boxes coming through sometimes. I thought the whole affair was odd, but you know my boss and everything is pretty strict on the whole 'confidential means confidential' stuff, so even I'm not allowed to open them or anything without a member of the security staff there."

George sighed as he understood the need for a relative sense of security on a campus, but this was just ridiculous.

"Something was fishy and I had to press Peter to find out where those boxes where and find out where they were being taken to."

"Peter, is there anything you can tell me, maybe where they were taken? If it's not in an employee only place that is."

"Uh, I don't think that would be a problem as it's only the back lot, and students go through there all the time." Peter smiled, happy to be able to help an old college buddy out. George nodded and Peter led the way through the maze of corridors and class rooms.

Finally they exited through a door in the back of a drably decorated hall. The double doors opened and George was met by a stiff breeze. It looked like it might rain at any minute and Peter noticed too.

"We have to hurry this up though, I don't want to be caught in this, it's supposed to be a doosie."

George nodded and followed peter behind a parked truck and into another door. Blocking most of the area was a large flatbed truck with boxes on it. They looked like the same boxes from the warehouse. George's eyebrow perked up as he got closer. The boxes were the same boxes from the warehouse.

"Do you mind?" George said indicating he meant to climb up and look at the boxes.

"Uh…I'm not sure you should be messing with that stuff, George."

George looked at Peter, then back at the boxes. "Look, I won't touch them or anything, just let me have a look?"

Peter considered for a moment and finally, nodded motioning George up onto the truck. "Don't touch anything though, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He was already looking at the boxes examining each of them carefully, looking for anything that could give him some sort of hint. After a few minutes of looking, George noticed a piece of paper under one of the boxes. It was an invoice for the shipment.

To: Dr. Greg Solomon

From: Valgun Industries

15 boxes of saline solution

25 boxes of mulch

16 boxes of fertilizer

1 box of fuses

1 box of metal glasses

2 boxes of multi colored gems

3 boxes of sealed containers

1 box of unsealed containers

9 boxes of insecticide

4 boxes of amphibian bathroom lining

Total: 78 boxes

Signature: X Jack Wilson

George looked at the list and made a mental count of the boxes and kept coming up with one too many boxes.

"Something told me that it wasn't a mistake, but I couldn't very well prove that it wasn't unless I could talk to this Dr. Greg myself. I would have to find out where he was from Peter and talk to him about this little mistake, he might know something more to help me find whoever it is that Mark sent me here to stop."

George folded up the invoice and stuffed it in his coat pocket before hoping off of the truck. Peter let out a sigh as he looked around; making sure no one saw what he just let George do.

"Good, no one's here, let's get out of here before that changes."

"Peter, do you know who Dr. Greg Solomon is?"

"Yeah, he's my boss, why do you ask?"

"So you know where I could find him then right?"

"Sure, sure he's generally on the third floor, but that's restricted to the University personnel only."

George thought for a second before continuing on. "Is there no way I could get up there?"

"If you got a job here." Peter laughed at his own joke, but was not accompanied by George. He realized he was the only one laughing and stopped abruptly. "Well, other than that, I guess if you were invited up by Greg you could, I suppose."

"Hmm, could you arrange that?"

"I'm not so sure could do that." Peter said leading him back through the hallways. They came back through the set of double doors and were back at the entrance hall. "Look, I'm sorry I couldn't be much more help George, but if there's one thing I can tell you, it's that Dr. Solomon has been doing some crazy things up there in his lab. I'm not completely sure what he's doing but whatever it is, I don't think you want to be a part of it."

"Alright Peter, thanks for all the help and if there's nothing else you can tell me, I guess I should be off to look for that heirloom."

"Hold on George," Peter took George by the arm and brought him into the corner. "There is one thing I haven't mentioned yet. There's this security guard, his name's-"

Peter started to cough, George's heart was in his throat. Peter apologized and George sighed. "Sorry, his name's Jack Wilson. I think he's on Dr. Solomon's pay roll or something because he always follows Dr. Solomon around and does his bidding like a bodyguard or…henchman would be a better term I suppose."

"Okay, thanks Peter, I'll keep an eye out for this Wilson fellow." George said as he patted Peter's shoulder and began to walk towards the entrance to the hallway.

"You know, it really surprised me that nothing happened to Peter, I mean I was glad but surprised he wasn't shot or stabbed or killed in one way or another. I was just glad that he was okay and nothing happened to him."