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Jean-Paul Lalouette in the Roswell saucer over Manhattan. Now the announcer’s voice sank in.
    “So to recap, the large saucer, the one in front, was raised from the Atlantic three days ago. Everyone presumed it was totally destroyed after it went into the water last month in a vertical dive from an estimated one hundred thousand feet. Destroyed? Apparently not.
    “In an interview this morning, just an hour after his ship, Atlantic Queen, tied up here in New York, Captain Johnson of Atlantic Salvage stated that after it was raised, the saucer was flown away from the deck of the ship by a passenger named Adam Solo. Other members of the crew confirm this account, including Dr. Harrison Douglas, CEO of World Pharmaceuticals, which funded the salvage.”
    Dr. Douglas appeared on the screen. He was standing on a pier with the salvage ship moored behind him. He discussed the scientific curiosity that had led him and his company to fund the recovery of the saucer from the sea.
    Egg stood beside Charley through all this, sipping coffee himself. When the network began an exposition of everything its reporters had learned about Adam Solo, Egg hit the mute button on the remote control.
    “What do you think?” he asked Charley.
    “Douglas is smarmy.” She took her first experimental sip of coffee, then said, “I am astounded. I thought…”
    When she stopped speaking, Egg said, “Just before you came in, Douglas said that Lalouette’s body was in the saucer when Solo opened it. Blood everywhere.” The French pilot had used the Roswell saucer to fight Charley, trying to shoot her down. When he was severely wounded by an antimatter beam from Charley’s saucer, he had attacked the Sahara saucer again. He lost, and his saucer went into the Atlantic.
    Charley set the cup on the counter and averted her eyes from the television.
    “I’m sorry, Charley,” Egg said softly, “but I thought you needed to know. Reporters were calling, even though my number is unlisted, trying for a comment or telephone interview.”
    Charley Pine took a deep breath and said, “Turn off the television and fix me some breakfast, please. Two eggs and bacon would be a treat.”
    They talked of inconsequential things as Egg busied himself preparing breakfast and the sun crept over the earth’s rim. Through the window, Egg examined the clouds critically. “Going to be a good day,” he said thoughtfully.
    “World Pharmaceuticals,” Charley mused.
    “The antiaging drug,” Egg said, finishing the thought. “I guess a thing like that would be impossible to keep secret.”
    “So who is Adam Solo?” Charley asked aloud after she had had several bites of egg and munched a bacon strip.
    When Rip came downstairs fifteen minutes later, he pecked Charley on the cheek and sat on a stool beside her. Egg used the remote to turn on the television again.
    Rip silently absorbed everything Egg and Charley knew about the salvage of the Roswell saucer as he watched a few minutes of the television coverage.
    Finally he glanced at Egg, then Charley, and asked, “So who is this Adam Solo?”
    “Whoever he is, he’s flying a saucer,” Charley observed sourly. “Bet we hear more about that before very long.”
    Rip turned the audio back on. The television reporter finished interviewing Harrison Douglas, turned and looked straight into the camera. “Why did Adam Solo steal the Roswell flying saucer? What does he intend to do with it? Where is it? All the world wonders. We don’t know the answers yet, but we intend to find out. When we do, we’ll tell you, our viewers. We’ll be back, right after this commercial break. Stay with us.”
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    Harrison Douglas broke away from the reporters and walked quickly to a waiting limousine. Safely ensconced in his padded-leather sanctuary, he began making calls on the vehicle’s encrypted telephone. He was angry, damned angry. The salvage company was demanding their eight million bucks and threatening to sue if