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think it would be. That wasn’t the purpose for them stealing the case.”
    “Why am I getting the feeling what they did doesn’t shock you?” Dr. Jefferson wondered.
    “It doesn’t. I expected it. I thought for sure they would have thought of it right away . . .” Greg snickered. “In fact, I started to get annoyed at the length of time it was taking for them to think about copying the case. I was starting to think I would have to drop . . . hints?”
    “So this doesn’t worry you?” Dr. Jefferson asked as they walked the terminal.
    “No not at all.”
    “Even with Jake having the case. He may someday find, how can you say, a defense?”
    “Nah. The core of the information won’t even be seen, because the surface of it all is so . . .” He whispered out in a snide way. “Tasty.” He watched Dr. Jefferson shake his head. “You’ll figure out what I mean. You can say their little, ‘copy the case behind Haynes back’ . . .” Greg winked. “Played right into my hands.”

Fayetteville, North Carolina
    August 29 th .
     
    There were some bags to unload from the car that brought him from the airport, but it wasn’t much. After paying the driver, Jake stood on the walkway to this home.
    He stared for a moment before heading up to his house. A weird sense hit him.
    Normalcy.
    So many mental endurance experiments, so many projects that took him away for weeks even months at a time, experiments were second nature to him. But Jake couldn’t recall ever getting bombarded with such a sense of return to normalcy. He felt it even more as he stood at his front door.
    Even after the last Iso-Stasis experiment, Jake didn’t feel it. Then again, Jake wasn’t living in his house either. He had base housing, it was far from a home. He was overwhelmed because he had built such a life for himself, and he realized that right there and then. He also realized how alone he was going to feel. Prior to Cal, being alone was never even a thought, because he had always been alone. It wouldn’t be long that they’d be apart. He’d stay busy and occupied. But that still wouldn’t stop him from missing her. Something he had already started to do. It was going to be a long few days until she got back, and an even longer two weeks while she was on that study. How quiet his life would be.
    “Dude.” Rickie stood behind Jake. “Dude, you gonna get the door or what? I have to pee really bad.”
    “Rickie.” Jake reached for the door.
    “No guy, I’m like ready to water the plants if you get my drift.” He watched the door open and Rickie blasted in past Jake.
    The bags nearly topped from Jake’s hand. He shook his head listening to Rickie’s pattering feet, and radical screaming of, ‘I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it.’
    Not worrying about the bags, Jake walked to the security keypad and punched in the code. The beep of which rang out simultaneously with Rickie’s long sigh of relief.
    Grumbling, Jake walked across the foyer, got a grip on the bags and closed the door. The house didn’t smell stale, and he was grateful for that. Chuck, his life-long friend must have done the task asked and aired things out.
    He flicked on the lights to brightened the dimming evening. On the table in the foyer he saw a stack of mail next to the phone. “Christ.” He lifted up the note on top by Chuck telling him that the stack was just a preview. While he was standing there, Jake picked up the phone. He listed to the series of beeps that told him he had messages. It was odd, but thinking that maybe Cal called, Jake accessed the voice mail.
    “You have three hundred and forty-one messages.” The voice mail said.
    “Fuck. Fuckin’ asshole, he didn’t check my voice mail.” Not bothering, Jake immediately hung up and dialed again. “Hey Chuck. What the fuck? You were supposed to check my voice mail.”
    “Um, hello?” Chuck laughed. “No how are you? Nothing like that?”
    “Not when I find out I have three