Diamond Rain: Adventure Science Fiction Mossad Thriller (The Spy Stories and Tales of Intrigue Series Book 2) by Michael James Gallagher Page B
Authors: Michael James Gallagher
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This is home cooking and there’s nothing
like it,” Thomas offered in a positive tone.
“Now I like you more
every minute, son. Won’t you have some of my special tapioca, on the house?”
“I really couldn’t
bother you to get that out for me.”
“Now you know I was
going to get one for myself and it’d be no trouble at all.”
“Well, if you’re sure
you were going to get one for ‘ yerself’, then. I just might be
tempted.”
“Set yourself down and
I’ll bring the ting right over.”
“You really did spend
some time back home, didn’t you?”
“My gram’s from the
North. From the sound of your English, I’d say you lived in the North too.”
Just then several young men walked in, regulars, and she flirted with each of
them in a different way.
“Eunice, just serve up
that coffee of yours and get busy on the usual for us, thanks.” The regular
sat down.
Eunice winked at
Thomas when he looked back at her on the way out the door. What a great
country this is. Anyone who wants it gets a fresh start here, thought
Thomas .
****
The roads near Boston were a mess of
construction as ‘The Big Dig’ to change all of Boston’s infrastructure
connecting I 93 to Route 1 and a new cable-supported bridge into the city were
under way. It took time to navigate through the city and Billy missed a detour
sign forcing them to traverse all of Boston before making their way to what locals
call the Salt and Pepper Bridge over to Cambridge and The Massachusetts
Institute of Technology.
“It’s an arm and a leg
to park here, Thomas. Can I trust you to make your own way from here?” Billy
asked when he stopped on Vasser Street. “Just go in the main entrance there
and ask for Jean Pierre’s lab. He’s working on moving stuff in space.”
“Beam me up, Scotty?”
“You got it. Now go.
Take care and don’t be a stranger. My cell number’s on the card I left in your
bag,” Billy shouted through the open window just as he moved into traffic, not
even letting Thomas answer him.
A helpful security
guard greeted Thomas. He called Jean Pierre and issued Thomas a day pass into
the engineering section where Jean Pierre worked. He clearly described the way
to the Institute of Soldier Technologies. Thomas took the pass and thanked the
guard.
Jean Pierre’s lab
sprawled across a whole floor and held large and small experiments and dozens
of busy scientists. Thomas stood at the door. It was secured by an unusual
security lock; Thomas could see that it required a particular scan sequence.
An oriental woman dressed in something that looked like a Hazmat suit came to
the door and opened it for Thomas.
“Mister Deauville is
expecting you. Please, this way.”
“Jesus, Thomas. You
look – ah - let me think. Rugged, but shitty.”
“Nice to see you too,
Jean Pierre.”
“You have to forgive
me. I spend too much time in here and I only talk about the truth, so when I
go outside the lab, I’m always shocking people.”
“What happened to the
clown I used to know?”
“He’s still there, but
he takes a few drinks to come out now. So what’d’ya think, my old friend?”
“Pretty impressive.
You really running this show? I knew you were smart, but this smart? How’d
they find you?”
“Crazy, isn’t it. You
know that special exam I told you I took at McGill a few years back before I
went out West to Edmonton to work on an oil rig?”
Thomas nodded, although
he wasn’t sure he remembered. Jean Pierre continued.
“Well, that’s where it
all started. One day this guy drove up to the rig site and asked permission to
speak to me.”
“Ya. And?”
“Well, he gave me the
keys to the van he was driving, a late model Ford that I was dreaming about
buying and a cheque for 50,000 bucks and told me it was too dangerous for me to
work here and would I please come down to MIT and take over an experimental
department.”
“Really?
like it,” Thomas offered in a positive tone.
“Now I like you more
every minute, son. Won’t you have some of my special tapioca, on the house?”
“I really couldn’t
bother you to get that out for me.”
“Now you know I was
going to get one for myself and it’d be no trouble at all.”
“Well, if you’re sure
you were going to get one for ‘ yerself’, then. I just might be
tempted.”
“Set yourself down and
I’ll bring the ting right over.”
“You really did spend
some time back home, didn’t you?”
“My gram’s from the
North. From the sound of your English, I’d say you lived in the North too.”
Just then several young men walked in, regulars, and she flirted with each of
them in a different way.
“Eunice, just serve up
that coffee of yours and get busy on the usual for us, thanks.” The regular
sat down.
Eunice winked at
Thomas when he looked back at her on the way out the door. What a great
country this is. Anyone who wants it gets a fresh start here, thought
Thomas .
****
The roads near Boston were a mess of
construction as ‘The Big Dig’ to change all of Boston’s infrastructure
connecting I 93 to Route 1 and a new cable-supported bridge into the city were
under way. It took time to navigate through the city and Billy missed a detour
sign forcing them to traverse all of Boston before making their way to what locals
call the Salt and Pepper Bridge over to Cambridge and The Massachusetts
Institute of Technology.
“It’s an arm and a leg
to park here, Thomas. Can I trust you to make your own way from here?” Billy
asked when he stopped on Vasser Street. “Just go in the main entrance there
and ask for Jean Pierre’s lab. He’s working on moving stuff in space.”
“Beam me up, Scotty?”
“You got it. Now go.
Take care and don’t be a stranger. My cell number’s on the card I left in your
bag,” Billy shouted through the open window just as he moved into traffic, not
even letting Thomas answer him.
A helpful security
guard greeted Thomas. He called Jean Pierre and issued Thomas a day pass into
the engineering section where Jean Pierre worked. He clearly described the way
to the Institute of Soldier Technologies. Thomas took the pass and thanked the
guard.
Jean Pierre’s lab
sprawled across a whole floor and held large and small experiments and dozens
of busy scientists. Thomas stood at the door. It was secured by an unusual
security lock; Thomas could see that it required a particular scan sequence.
An oriental woman dressed in something that looked like a Hazmat suit came to
the door and opened it for Thomas.
“Mister Deauville is
expecting you. Please, this way.”
“Jesus, Thomas. You
look – ah - let me think. Rugged, but shitty.”
“Nice to see you too,
Jean Pierre.”
“You have to forgive
me. I spend too much time in here and I only talk about the truth, so when I
go outside the lab, I’m always shocking people.”
“What happened to the
clown I used to know?”
“He’s still there, but
he takes a few drinks to come out now. So what’d’ya think, my old friend?”
“Pretty impressive.
You really running this show? I knew you were smart, but this smart? How’d
they find you?”
“Crazy, isn’t it. You
know that special exam I told you I took at McGill a few years back before I
went out West to Edmonton to work on an oil rig?”
Thomas nodded, although
he wasn’t sure he remembered. Jean Pierre continued.
“Well, that’s where it
all started. One day this guy drove up to the rig site and asked permission to
speak to me.”
“Ya. And?”
“Well, he gave me the
keys to the van he was driving, a late model Ford that I was dreaming about
buying and a cheque for 50,000 bucks and told me it was too dangerous for me to
work here and would I please come down to MIT and take over an experimental
department.”
“Really?
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