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got to stop these stupid puns. Must stay focused. Focused …
    Okay, key in the ignition, seat belt—jesus, wouldnt that be something, get stopped by the police for not wearing a seat belt, panic, and give yourself away. Its happened, Im sure. Big thing is to just act normal, nothing to attract attention. Use directional, pull away from curb, merge into traffic, a car among cars … and go home …
                                   So, simple enough. Go through it again tomorrow. Yeah, now I have to practice dumping the culture in his coke. Lets see … yeah, the table is about the height of the railings for the trays. So, his cup would be about … here … yeah, thats about right, and I/d be next to him and reach over so my other hand is hidden and quickly dump it in. Yeah, that was easy enough. No one will see this little bottle in my hand … Hmmm, it is possible his cup may be filled up so high there wont be enough room … yeah, important. Seems to me he always takes a drink right after he fills the cup, but better make sure tomorrow. Cant let some little thing like this ruin everything. No. Anyway, in the meantime I can continue practicing dumping the culture in his cup. Seems simple so far. Havent spilled a drop. Sure no one can see the bottle in—should walk with it to be sure it wont spill … take a look in the mirror … lets see … Nothing … no matter what angle, nothing … nope, nothing. Hmmm, good idea, bring the bottle tomorrow with plain water and see if Im right. Yeah, like that.

Okay, park here. Looks like theres always places here, just like yesterday. Fine, just go through the drill.                                                            … Yeah, I was right, he does take a drink right away. Aware of more than I realize. Okay, time to concentrate … get behind him on line, slide my tray carefully and wait … … okay, now reach over to other side and dump … and stroll away … put the tray on the pile, and slowly leave, no hurry, going back to work and who wants to hurry back to work, just stroll out the door … same walk, same routine, same drill …
                                                        god, just a dry run and my heart is pounding. It went perfectly. Not a hitch, not a drop spilled. Details, details: Pay attention to details. Its all in the details. Yeah … youre right, this is going to work. I can feel it in my bones. It is going to work. Keep practicing. No complacency. By the time the culture is ready, I/ll truly be fine tuned like a violin … or a racing car. Always the details.
    Well, according to this tester theres enough E.coli in this culture to take care of half the city. Well, theres no reason why we cant take care of Barnard tomorrow.
    Someone elses error gave me the time to see mine. Providence?
    Okay, time to start. Ive tracked that prick Barnard long enough. Time to review, a check list. Culture is virulent, more than ready. Bottle is ready. Know where to park. Can empty my bottle in his coke with my eyes closed. Can walk the route from the lunch room to the car with my eyes closed. Everything has been tested and retested. I am ready. Better do it now. Dont want to over train and become stiff and inflexible. Must remain loose and focused on the process. Fascinating … absolutely fascinating. Feel like any moment now I/ll be so focused on the process that I/ll become a part of it and just flow through the ether and become a part of every atom, every proton and quark and resonate through out the Universe … all of it … all, all … Who knows, perhaps some day it will come to pass. Oh, what a sublime thought, to float free of the body and mind, just a pulse in space … but it would be my pulse, my awareness, awareness of freedom, free from the vice-like oppression that has crushed me all my life and guys like Barnard who