Chapter 11, 12

                                                              Danny.

 

 

      Danny had just finished the buffet. It wasn't a bad buffet. He had found a likely research candidate, had pulled them aside, and was reminding them of their English teacher when the call came. It was Jack. Apparently The Group was going on a trip. This wasn't exactly his cup of tea. He asked Jack to take detailed notes.

 

 

“Okay, I think Jake is still carrying around his recorder.”

 

“Jake has a recorder?”

 

“Yeah, it’s a writer thing I guess. He uses it to make plays”

 

“What kind of plays?”

 

“The kind where people talk naturally apparently”

 

“Yeah, that will work. Any way I have to go I am talking to a friend from high school”

 

“Suit yourself. I'll call you to keep you filled in.”

 

“Thank you. Goodbye”

 

 

                The other person had already moved on to their table. Shoot oh well at least he got a free lunch.

 

 

 

 

 

                                                   Jake.

 

 

"Danny isn't coming. Some research thing I guess. Any way he wants Jake to record our conversations"

 

"Why?"

 

"A research thing I guess."

 

"On what?"

 

"He didn't say?"

 

“I record everything anyway.”

 

“What?”

 

“Helps me remember. “

 

“Jake you can’t go around recording conversations”

 

“Why Not?”

 

“You just can’t okay.”

 

“You are recording this aren't you?”

 

“Maybe.”

 

“Damn it Jake, turn that thing off”

 

“Okay”

 

A long silence

 

“It's still on isn't it?”

 

“Jack asked me too.”

 

“Whatever. Just don't print anything I say.”

 

“Ok”

 

{Sound of an automatic screwdriver.)

 

“Okay, the new plates are on let’s get going.”

 

(Sound of an engine starting)