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//Tiny looked at his plate, sighed. "I deserve a medallion for doing this, Princess," he said, gazing at the next dish Princess had prepared for him to try. "Come on, only two more!" she begged, ladling the pork medallions on his plate. He supposed they were pork medallions. There was no way to be really sure, without a DNA test on them. Princess had been preparing a series of dishes for Tiny to try. Starting with hors d'oeuvres, then a salad, then the main dish, then cheese and crackers -- Tiny was truly baffled at why someone would want to have that -- then dessert. Two more to go, as Princess had said. He tasted a first morsel of pork, which could benefit from a few improvements, but was still edible. The salad wasn't. "OK, I'll do it this time, but next time you meet a man, and you want to impress him with your cooking, and you need a guinea-pig, go to Jason, please. He can use some toughening up." "You mean fattening up?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Nope," said Tiny. "Toughening up. This is a dangerous job, but something's got to do it."//

LOLOL DT

DT: LOLOLOLOL

DT, I love Tiny's approach! He's helpful, but honest. And that's just what she needs.

DT: I'm surprised Tiny didn't suggest Keyop instead!

RI girl: He probably likes Keyop more than Jason

LOL! That's the same reaction my husband has!

A little late, but here's the next part! "What would have happened if they found the laptop?" Jun asked as Red Impulse double-clicked on the PI medallion icon.  He shrugged a shoulder. "Not much.  This is more of a tablet than a laptop.  You can't really save anything to it." "But there would be e-mails and any downloads.  Any searches you made would still be there." "Usually that's the case, but not on this one.  Nambu had it set up so that whatever's downloaded is automatically sent to a specially designated server at the ISO.  The message is encrypted, as is the server information.  Anyone trying to find out what it is will only cause the computer to wipe out everything on it." "So everything right now has been sent to the ISO computer?" "That's how I understand it," Red Impulse confirmed.  "If you really want to know how it works, ask Nambu Hakase.  I'm sure he'd be willing to tell you all about it in great detail." "Then who sees it?" Red Impulse frowned a moment.  "I believe Hakase gets a notification of some sort, either e-mail, text, instant message or otherwise, that lets him know and he is the only one with clearance to access it." "Interesting."  Jun watched Red Impulse deftly move the cursor, methodically opening up one file after another.  Most of them were specification sheets, little more than double columns of lists and numbers.  What they pertained to, and what it all meant, they didn't say. Then came a large folder and when he clicked that one open, detailed drawings flashed up onto the small screen.  Now Jun sat up, leaning her shoulder into Red Impulse's arm to get a better look. "Do you mind?" he asked tartly. "Not at all," she replied back sweetly, then turned her attention back to the screen.  "I know PI does small machine engine parts and such, but what is this?" "It's an engine for something," Red Impulse agreed, shifting over slightly and moving the laptop so that Jun did not need to be draped over him. "But what?" "Now that would be a good question to find the answer to." "You think it could be for one of their atrocities?  It seems too small, though." "Maybe.  Maybe not." Jun looked up at him, thinking that he was simply mocking her, but his expression was too stern and impassive for him to have been joking. "What are you thinking?" "That Nambu Hakase has a long night -- or day -- ahead of him.  Once he sees this, I can almost guarantee he will not leave it alone until he's figured it out.  The next question after yours would be if this is something that they are just working on, or if it's a tie-in to something that they've already developed.  Judging by the conversation between Parnell and his mystery visitor, I'd say this was information that was long overdue." "Yeah, I got that feeling too." Red Impulse continued to work his way through all of the folders, but none of them had anything that they could use.  Nambu, perhaps, would find them helpful, but there was only so much they could do with a lightweight laptop that was running solely on its own battery power, which was rapidly dwindling down.  Red Impulse ejected the USB and handed it back to Jun, then he powered down the laptop and secured it back in its spot in the briefcase. "May as well get some sleep," he said, still holding the briefcase on his lap, his legs extended out, crossed at the ankles.  "I have a feeling tomorrow will be a long one." Jun didn't like the sound of that, but she had the feeling he did.  She yawned hugely as she curled up underneath her blanket, trying to find a soft spot on the hard ground.  Odd, she thought, to think that just this morning I was dressed in a suit and heels and now I'm sleeping on the ground.  She yawned again, her mind still spinning with everything that had happened.  She thought it would take a while for her to fall asleep, but  in a matter of seconds, she was lost to her dreams.

Wonder if she's going to have awkward dreams where RI is hitting on her.

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Boy, Nambu's really being a fool here. I like that Ken and Jun are using this occasion to take the leap, though. Wonder if it'll cause them to get charged with "professional misconduct" and kicked off the team too.

Hmmm....I get the feeling that all isn't as it would seem.

Whaaaat! It's about time the other two got married, l must say!

I'm hoping that only one couple walks out of there married... and not Nambu and Julia!

Right?!?!?! To be so smart ant yet so stupid...