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me.  Our eyes locked.  It seemed for like an eternity, but I knew that it wasn’t. I dragged my eyes from hers.  I don’t do girls.  They are way too complicated!
    ‘So, is your tracker here with you tonight?’ Georgia asked.
    I smiled coyly at her.
    ‘No,’ I answered, relieved that she had spoken to break my emotional soul connection with her.
    ‘Good.  I need to talk to you about the book.  Is here a good place?’ she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.
    I looked at my watch.  It was 7:30pm. I drew in a deep breath and shook my head.
    ‘No.  I have to meet someone at 8 :30pm.  So I have to leave here about now,’ I replied, disappointed that I would have to leave her.
    ‘A girl?’ she asked, looking into my eyes, melting me into hers.
    ‘Yes,’ I answered quietly.  She looked into my eyes for a moment longer, before she looked to the book in her hand, her face unreadable.
    She looked back up into my eyes, and then smiled slightly.
    ‘Well, enjoy.  Hopefully I can catch up with you later about the book.  Can I email you to arrange a time?’ she asked, her voice cracking a little.
    ‘No!’ I answered sharply. ‘Give me your phone details and I will contact you.  My name will be different, but you will know that it is me by the content of the email.’
    ‘Hmmm.  Mr Mysterious.  You need to explain this peculiarity to me sometime.  Follow me and I will write down what you need,’ she said, eyeing me with suspicion.
    I’m sorry Georgia.  My life is becoming so complicated….
    As she handed me the little piece of yellow paper with her phone number on it, I looked deeply into her eyes.  If she knew what I was working on, she would stay well clear of me.  I was about to become humanities most liked and most hated human being.  She would despise me if she knew. I had to cut ties with her as soon as I could.  I would talk to her about the bloody book, and then end communications with her.  In the nicest possible way of course. I pocketed the yellow piece of paper, my heart saddened.
    ‘Soon,’ I whispered to her, and then collected my stuff and left the university library   to head to the bar to meet Mia!
    This should be interesting to say the least.
    ‘Mr Darcy, very punctual,’  she squeaked from behind me. I turned around, but did not see White Girl.  Instead, an attractive red-headed woman stood behind me, smiling, her green eyes sparkling.  I frowned at her, and then looked to my left and right for Mia.
    ‘Tardiness is not accepted,’ she squeaked again, continuing to smile. I stared at her and narrowed my eyes.  This was not Mia, but her voice was so convincing as Mia.
    ‘Cohen, relax.  It is me, Mia,’ she said in a lower tone of voice. ‘Minus the white hair wig, minus the brown contact lenses, and thankfully, minus the irritating squeaky voice!’
    I shook my head at her in disbelief.
    ‘Spill the beans White Girl,’ I said cautiously.
    ‘I come here to warn you. Mr Rubin is a very dangerous man.  We have been monitoring him for quite a while, gathering evidence, using higher intelligence to nail him.  He is planning to use you as the guinea pig of the MR Implant, and then deal with you, if you know what I mean. You have be en very clever Cohen, in your ability to outwit him so far.  He doesn’t like you having the upper hand over him.  He is tracking you, we are tracking you, and we are tracking his trackers.  The game is on.  Act naturally at all times, and you need an SOS word, so that we can step in to save you.  What will the word be Cohen?’ Mia was straight to the point, no frills attached.
    I looked at her for a moment longer, half shocked, half surprised, add a tinge of fear.
    ‘RED!’ I responded, no frills. “Red is my SOS word to save me from whatever occurrence that you think is going to happen to me.’
    ‘Red it is Mr Darcy.  And now for a code to use to see who’s hands you are in.  Remember this Mr Darcy – your line is….you