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research for its benefit and development. It was on one of these recent trips that he failed to return.
    Soon after he had apparently been missing, Anders and Paxton escaped from the tank, found their way to the conduit and took the other two trackers to London.
    “And we don’t know anything more.” Ara held back tears welling up. I only know that I have to get back there before something awful happens to father if it hasn’t already.” She began biting a nail looking down at the ground.
    “Ara we’ll find him―we will!”
    “I need to prepare to take the chair to London, but I’m going to find Catherine at this music school of hers and ease her mind first for your sake.”
    As we climbed the stairs to the veranda of her fathers flat I noticed one of their security persons in blue uniform  standing at the window looking down at us.
    “Who’s that staring a hole through us at the veranda window?”
    She looked up. “Oh that is Eric Dorn, one of our security personnel. He’s always looking out after me.”
     We paused on the steps for a moment. “Oh, I see, your own personal body guard is it?”
    “No, no nothing like that, he’s had a crush on me for awhile and…” she blushed slightly looking up at him. I think he might be a little over protective at times.
    I looked up at him again as he kept staring at us. He was certainly built for the job; I mean tall, broad shoulders and that type. He had black strait hair cut short, clean shaven with a very unpleasant look about him.
    “I believe he’s a little jealous of you Richard.”
    “How well do you know him? I mean have you, well you know, have you two…”
    “Had sex? Not that it is really any of your business, but no we haven’t. He fancies himself as a boyfriend but at times he seems more like a proective big brother.”
    We walked in the door and Eric quickly walked up to her while casting a disapproving look at me. “Is everything alright? I mean he didn’t give you any trouble did he?”
    “Eric, no! I have everything under control. Richard is going to stay here for now and you can go back with me to the conduit. I’m going to make a little trip to London England to see someone and I should be back by tonight.”
    She opened the sliding wall in the flat and the transport was there waiting for them. As he was walking with her, he put his arm around her shoulder making her self conscious as she looked back at me. But why should I care? My girl was back home and probably worried sick over me. Catherine has been a good companion and she was a knockout when it came to appearances. Ara was a beautiful girl and very alluring, but I still needed to put any thought aside on that score and concentrate on the task at hand.
    I walked over to the bar and poured myself a small glass of whiskey. I examined the bottle and concluded that her father must have purchased this in London and brought it back here with him. I put the glass to my mouth and sipped; what would be the outcome of Ara trying to console Catherine and what could she possible tell her that would ease her mind?
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    FIVE
     
     
    I meandered around the flat for awhile, poured myself another drink and found myself in a muse. Here I sat helpless while a person I hardly knew was going to explain to someone I really cared about, the reason for my disappearance.
    Returning to Professor Gratten’s office I carefully looked through many sketches and plans of architecture, water wells, transport rails and a plethora of innovative practical ideas, all for the island.
    I was beginning to understand how the people on this island evolved from the early 19 th century and I was also starting to have second thoughts about Ara going to Catherine. I poured myself another drink. No. I was beginning to change my mind about the whole idea of her going in my place and walked over to the moving wall. It slowly opened with the deep sound of heavy metal caster wheels exposing the transport