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Any references to people, places, businesses etc is entirely fictitious.
3.2-2 Cutter's First Prediction
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Percy had pulled every string he knew existed to get Connor out of jail earlier that day. He had even gone as so far as to get the Home Secretary involved. But he knew there was a price to be paid. Drinks with a colleague, he reminded himself. A professional meeting, that's all, nothing more. And if she asks too many questions, just leave.
He entered the pub. The woman was already there.
"Percy," she growled "nice of you to make it."
"Hello Christine."
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James Lester had a stiff upper lip. It wasn't just a figurative expression, it was the literal truth. The dentist had injected more Novocain in his mouth than any one man could possibly need.
"Open wide," order the dentist as the sound of the drill began to buzz.
For once in his life, Lester couldn't think of a witty comeback. He silently opened his mouth.
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Helen had entered the house quietly. At first she thought that Nick must have finally redecorated, but then she saw the photographs… a different family now lived in what had once been her home.
It took a little bit of research, but Helen was a trained research scientist. She found the new address for Professor Nicholas Cutter. When she went to that house, she found her former husband had indeed redecorated. He had pictures of this woman, Claudia, everywhere.
Helen frowned. She breathed in sharply, taking tight shallow breaths. She had a job to do, a plan to carry out. She needed a source of DNA material… his hair comb should do nicely. And if she knocked a picture over in her haste to leave, she certainly wouldn't take time to sweep up the broken glass.
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Cutter had brought Claudia back to the ARC after hours. He had to show her the tubes spiraling and intersecting as they twirled about the room.
"Every spot these lines intersect," he said excitedly "indicates an anomaly. This is a roadmap to the anomalies."
"And what will that tell you?" asked Claudia.
"We can predict anomalies," Nick answered. "The first prediction… it already happened. It works!"
Claudia smiled at her husband. "Of course it does Nick," she responded "now let's get home."
He looked up from the notes in his hand. She didn't seem as excited about this new development as he had hoped she would be. Nick looked back down at the two other predictions he had been able to make from this model. The second prediction was more specific for date and location, but it wasn't due for months. The third prediction was specific to date, time and location but was so many years into the future that Cutter thought it hardly worth mentioning. Oh well. He would give the predictions to Lester tomorrow.
Tonight, he was going home with his wife.
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Danny Quinn was parked outside the big office building. He had trailed the young scientist he had arrested earlier, along with the government public relations man, and the pretty blonde woman to this building.
Now, he was waiting. Danny wanted to know more about those strange splintering lights… those things they called anomalies.
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Abby was thinking.
Connor had come running when she screamed. Then, she had jumped on his back as a prank. Teasing and joking like pals do... that's all it was she told herself. But then she kissed him… lightly on the cheek, just a thank you kiss… it wasn't important. Right?
And Connor hadn't reacted like it was important. In fact, he hadn't really reacted at all. So she might as well quit thinking about kissing Connor. Right?
But Abby couldn't quit thinking.
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Connor was thinking.
Abby had kissed him at the house earlier. A thank you kiss, some pessimistic part of his mind insisted, nothing more. But it was a kiss, reminded a more hopeful portion of his mind. He just wished he knew what Abby had meant by that kiss… or if she meant anything at all by it.
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Becker finished writing his report. He attached it to the email and pushed the send button. He sighed.
It had not been a good day. He'd killed a man today. Granted, it had been self defense, but… it was a human life. The coroner had confirmed that much, in spite of what Professor Cutter might think.
Becker got up from his desk and stretched. He started towards the door. As he turned off the light to his office, he tried to convince himself that security was getting better here. The IDs were a step in the right direction. No one got in the ARC today without an ID.
Tomorrow, he would work with his security team to ensure that the ID a person used to get inside the ARC actually matched the person.
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Sarah looked at Jamal in frustration. "I told you," she repeated "I can't say… it's government business… I'm not at liberty to discuss…"
"Yeah," replied Jamal, equally as frustrated "but what kind of government business… really… you're researching ogres, unicorns and dragons… it doesn't make sense."
Sarah sighed. "Do you really expect working for the government to make sense?" she asked hoping to make light of the issue. It seemed to work.
He chuckled. "Not really."
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