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Scott,
I was just reading over that post again and I found
so many errors on my part it was ridiculous. That's what I get for trying to do
too many things at once. lol, Here's the better version of it. Next time, just
tell me I made a fool of myself! :-D
L.
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As the heavy door swung open, William Sloan looked
up from the papers which were spread wide over the mahogany desk. Milo
Jefficks. "Yes?" He asked brusquely. Sloan had no particular affinity for
paperwork, but disliked the interruption nevertheless.
"Well, Sloan, seems a call came in from San
Francisco. I have to go there immediately."
His eyes searched Milo expectantly for any
explanation of this statement, his attention now fully focused on the man.
Removing himself from the almost hunched position, Sloan sat back in the
dark leather chair with a slight creak. His expression was placid but at the
same time curiously irritated by the suddenness of this proposal.
Several rather disturbing thoughts crossed his mind was the implications of
Milo's words struck him. "What is the urgency? Is there a problem in San
Francisco which I haven't been informed of?" Yes, it was doubtful, but with
Derek Rayne as precept, anything was possible.
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