and day passed into afternoon, through to evening and sevenoclock we left the apartment, realising we'd be late. if we got bruiseplasma jetstream injection immediately, it'd still be seven:fifteen before we got there. so we finally got there after listing to some freak tell us "my friend, he come round today, i had mum send him away. emotions, emotions like i never had before. i felt like i was losing my mind, and i sent him away. i just sat there wondering. wondering why - it's my ball and i don't wanna play."* --- and i thanked him for sharing and i told him he'd be okay, he smiled, and looked on - framed by happiness. and so like i said, we got to the building near the library, and so said i to lisa, "here." --- then from the wall, he appeared - so it was nice to see him - his eyes gave me a look, then glanced at lisa. --- "i'm wendy - or walter - whatever you prefer to call me is fine. and you're - oh - hold on - .. - ah, jim lucas, and, i suppose you are lisa jorge - right?" --- and she was staring hard at him, but spoke in her normal calm voice, "yes." --- so he explained that we were waiting for a conference of dragon directors about the dragonsblood hiding concealing disposal - whatever's going on. he said there may even be some dragonsblood present. "i was undercover, i stunk like a dragon. and i was slipped a bit infoearwig and it's off, he left without a second thought." --- now, those of you not with an agency of our variety wouldn't know what an infoearwig was. they're little slimy things clipped unto a person's earlove then it play s a track, a recording into the psyche. so we crouched into the little brickandmortar moat that surrounded the building, stairs on bothsides of us, ironandbrick, then we watched. the time passed. and then we saw a guy dressed in a long bronzecoloured robe, and he sat on a bench, staring off into space - and more joined him. various aug dressed men no women - and they came, closer together, whispering discussion - ever so slowly yet skittering - shuffling - and bits of silent rufflings, pulled 2 parabolic microphones and tape recorder - a professional cassetterecorder, so this guy is pretty wellequipped here, either a rich bsa agent, a fallen richie hit the divinities and discovered bsa, or a kleptoic bsa agent. so he had lisa hold the microphones while he plugged them in and turned on the recorder, then he took one mic "hold that please - uh - lisa, just point it towards any interesting parts of the conversation." - whisper whisper to say the least. and so it's all falling into place, i hoped - headphones passed around. each to us, even one for lisa - "i'd expected her' - so we say, listening intently and i heard whispers, hard to make out, but sounded bizarre cryptic. i couldn't make half of it out, and the other half was all wrong - didn't make sense. like they were talking about having sex under lampposts in lazy lobbies out eastern amsterdam and taking pills labeled 'eat me' - at least that's what i think
