Category: A Momentary Lapse of Reason

Max sat on a bench, smoking his fifth cigarette of the morning and keeping his eyes fixed on the main entrance of the Wolfhaven Institute.

Slater watched Brad leave the room. Even after the door had swung shut, anger shot through his veins.

Slater could tell she was thinking furiously, recognizing she had said the wrong thing.

Brad stared at the printout in front of him. There it was again, that damned high molecular weight peak he had seen on both previous runs.

Ah, these silly English men, Sabine thought as she drove down Long Road. They are so easily amused – it really wasn’t work at all. All she ever had to do was smile at them and they would do anything she asked.

Dr Bradley Jefferson Walker Pettier III was confused.

Professor Thomas Slater realized that it wasn’t going to be so difficult to be inconspicuous after all.