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studies.”
    “ That is correct,” Evan
said. “She has gone through a difficult time since Laura’s
accident, and I am not pushing her.”
    “ I don’t need to remind
you of the agency’s interest in the situation,” Arthur said,
leaning back in his chair. “You let me know if there is anything
that I can do.”
    “ I understand,” Evan said.
“Thank you.”
    Mildred entered the room carrying a printout
of all of the people in the Agent Assistance department that were
available. It had their name, age and a brief biography. She handed
the list to Evan.
    Evan scanned the list until he came to a
name he recognized. He smiled and held up the list for Arthur to
see. “I want her.”
    “ Angela Coleman?” Arthur
asked. “Quite a surprising choice. You do realize that she is about
your age. Not that there is anything wrong with being
forty-something.”
    “ She is an ex-agent,” Evan
said. “And she is a fifth-degree black belt in four different forms
of martial arts. I pity anyone of any age that messes with
her.”
    “ Then it is done,” Arthur
said, standing up from his chair. “We’ll send her over to your
house this afternoon. Is there anything else on your mind?
Tomorrow’s mission perhaps? Your first mission in a
while.”
    “ Piece of cake,” Evan said
as he stood to leave. “Thank you for your time.”

    ………………………… .

    Melina sat on the school bus looking out the
window. Her dad could drop her and her brother Travis off at school
in the morning, but he was unable to get off work early enough to
pick them up. That meant that they were forced to take the bus on
the way home. Their neighbor, Mrs. Baker was kind enough to
volunteer to watch them until her dad got home from work. She would
not accept any money either. Mrs. Baker said that since her husband
had died, it was just lovely to have someone else in the house.
    Melina had been sitting on the bus for a
while already when she spied Jean leaving the school building. For
some reason, the school dismissed the advanced classes early, so
each day Melina got to the bus five minutes before everyone else.
It worked out well as she could get a decent seat, within the
bounds of the seating hierarchy that existed on the bus, of
course.
    The back of the bus was the top of the
hierarchy. It was populated by the recognized popular crowd as well
as any juniors or seniors that were not thought of as total geeks.
There did not tend to be many juniors and seniors that rode the bus
as anyone that had a driver’s license or that had a friend with a
license wanted no part of the bus scene. Technically, what was
considered the back of the bus for popularity purposes extended
forward to include the four rows up to, but not including, the
emergency exit row. The large section of middle rows was populated
by the anonymous nobodies. The average student. These kids were not
particularly popular, but were not notorious for just how unpopular
they were. The notoriously unpopular sat at the very front. It
worked out well as they needed to be near the bus driver, so they
would not be picked on by those in the back.
    Melina was sitting in the emergency exit
row. Not because she wanted to be in the first row adjacent to the
popular back section, but because Jean was claustrophobic and felt
better if she sat where there was an exit. She made Melina promise
not to tell anyone about it.
    Jean boarded the bus and made her way toward
the back. “Excuse me, madam. Is this seat taken?” she said as she
plopped down in the seat next to Melina.
    Melina looked down her nose at Jean and gave
her a prim look. “Not at all. By all means, madam. Please sit down.
I should welcome the company.”
    “ When did you get a
British accent?” Jean asked.
    “ About the same time you
started referring to people as madam .”
    They both smiled. They went through this
every day in one form or another. It was their usual.
    “ So,” Jean started. “Is
there anything else to