Arrivals

As you walk towards the main campus you notice that there is a lot of traffic in the parking lot near the Mellon building. As you get closer you see students being dropped off, their luggage unloaded by doting parents, or in many cases chauffeurs, and hugs of farewell being exchanged.

You had intended to go to the library to see if they had any copies of the local papers from last year on microfilm or otherwise accessible. Seeing the scene of arrivals, however, you decide to watch for a while, and taking a seat on a bench you lean back and relax.

There isn't a car in the lot that's worth less than a hundred grand, you're guessing, and some of them much more than that. The parents look prosperous at worst to absolutely reeking of tons of old money at best. The arriving girls, while not uniformly pretty, are almost all fit and healthy and perfectly groomed. Your predatory eye looks for weaknesses, and sees a few. A diffidence here, uncertainty there, timidity and lowered self esteem in another. Yes, you think to yourself, there is definitely some prey here.

Your musing is interrupted as you notice a burly male figure in a dark suit striding towards you. With a little flutter of apprehension, you recognise Tony Dogs. He gives you a sardonic grin as he nears.

"Morning Mr. ....Sharp," he says, pausing deliberately before using your alias. "Someone would like to talk to you. If you're not too busy of course." He gives a short nod of his head to where a black limousine stands at the end of the lot. Despite his apparent courtesy, the command in his words is very clear.

"Of course," you answer. "I've got lots of time right now."