The Story of 6 - Part 7

Professor Karros was having a rough day. Jared’s mock clone of The Shadow was transferred to a sister organization for “Biological Understanding.” This details a full authorized biopsy that would kill the clone. The Professor has already tested this clones sentience through a device that was fabricated to test A. I. sentience, the device worked without question. The clone had no higher brain functions and was running involuntary muscles only, not enough of The Shadow made it to the recording.

The Professor was uneasy. Greg, his right hand man for as long as the Professor could remember, was not with him. Greg was able to understand the psychology of any master criminal and he needed his help.

“Janelle, where is Greg?” The Professor spoke to Janelle through the intercom.

“I believe he is on vacation, Sir.” She sat at the new restaurants table, surrounded by the smell of Italian bread and specialty cuisine.

The Professor paced the parameter of the White House, “I don’t care where he is. We have a crisis, bring him in.”

“Are you sure I have to, Professor?” Janelle spoke softly as she stood to great the waiter and took a menu. She seated, “I don’t think I’m in a position to do so.”

She knew 2 things. One, she knew Greg had never went on vacation, ever. It was primarily caused by his last vacation winding up to be the destruction of one of their Hawaiian Islands. The second was quite simple. Janelle would never again have Duncan back for a date. She wanted both, Greg to have a vacation and Duncan to enjoy her company.

“Sure, just send one of Jared’s reserve men.” He paused and realized he heard the sound of grinding fresh peppercorn landing on Italian pasta. He quickly took in the sound and converted it to a smell from memory. “By the way, my dear have a good lunch and tell Duncan I’d like his biopsy tonight around 2200.”

Janelle tapped the small brooch that looked had a metallic EGT logo, a small noise was sounded that only Janelle could here. The noise sounded that the intercom link with the Professor was closed. She then sat across from Duncan waiting for him to choose a choice wine.

“Is it not discomforting to have that around you? Could it not be activated by remote?” Duncan was avoiding the choice because he usually did not consume wine. He usually just had it with special meals and with a special guest. How appropriate it was for him to choose the 2 most expensive wine, as to appear not too incompetent. “I’ll have this one, sounds like a good year.”

She looked up at him glancing with her eyes at the menu and at his reaction to her soft look. “A good year or perhaps it was that it is the second item from the top of expensive wines?”

He glared at her, wondering how she guessed. He also felt trapped in his incompetence and was about to add a toast of humor when Janelle continued.

“No, was the answer to your first question. Yes it can be activated from remote but it’s the Professor I trust him not to…,” her voice grew slightly louder. “Not to ease drop. Jarred!”

“Yes, my dear.” Caught, red handed by a misplaced sneeze.

“What would the Professor say?” Janelle smiled at the menu as if she was debating with it the best way to kick the ego of Jarred down to a more manageable size.

“He would say: you two stop bickering and Jarred get to work.” The Professor’s intercom had caught the stray signal when he forgot to turn the intercom off.

The facial expression of Janelle and Duncan flushed with embarrassment. Janelle formed an “oh” with her lips and quickly responded. “Love ya, got to go.” She quickly detached the intercom and stuck it behind her ear.

The EGT Intranot powered the little intercoms. The Intranot was a much larger animal and did not just carry the intercoms, but the intercoms were capable of many things. One of which was transferring the intercom from a microphone to a micro thought receiver. The wearer could signal the intercom to send a specific thought by preceding the thought with a specific start sequence and ending it with a similar one. The intercoms aloud many things, such as full GPS tracking software of any employee whose heart rate become over excited.

“Now, Duncan. What about the entrées?” She was going to make this date count, and memorable. Ifit meant that she had to empty poor Duncan’s pocket, but she really wanted to test Duncan’s generosity and romantic awareness. She wanted a romantic man, not a ‘down to earth man’ that most of the world is filled with.





The Scientist, Dr. Sacral, stood over the console noticing the satellite image not showing energy spike big enough accomplish its task.

“Well?” Spoke The Shadow as he walked closer to the scientist and grabbed his forearm. “What went wrong?”

“Nothing sir, it just. Sir, the UPT was not successfully adjusted.”

“So is Greg died or not?” He grabbed the scientist by the throat and held his arm away. “Is the target neutralized?”

“No sir.” The scientist fell to the floor, after being released from a choke hold.

The Shadow reached for his weapon and aimed at the scientist, a hand blocked him.

“Wait sir!”

“Wait, wait for what?” The Shadow was still aimed at his target and only glanced at the big screen where a mug shot photo of Greg and a Japanese head line read, ‘Crazy American Arrested for Interrogation.’

The Shadow walked up to the image and wrapped his hand around the air next to Greg’s head. Pondering the quick realization of what the Japanese were capable of.

“Good, good. Where is he being held?” The Shadow glanced by the lead scientist who was regaining his stance from the fall.

“Loosely translated, ‘Strong Justice.’”

A perverted smile went across the face of the shadow who took a team to meet with the Japanese in charge of this colorful holding center.