Lisatook a moment to study the girl at her side, only to discoverJennifer doing the same. They exchanged looks for a fewmoments."So..." the journalist finally began."So..." the child-boomer echoed.There was a pause, just long enough for Lisa to start fidgeting."I'm sorry about what I said in there. About them deliveringyou to... well, you know," she murmured.Jennifer watched her with large, solemn eyes. "It's okay. You hadn't even noticed that I was in the room, and even if you had, you couldn't know that I was the sexaroid."Lisa winced. "Still, I'm sorry."Jennifer nodded. "Apology accepted." Then her entire demeanor changed, shifting almost visibly from miniature adult to genuine child. "You know," she said almost breathlessly, "I met Grampa Raven, an' I got to talk to Leon, who's gonna be my daddy, an' they warned me 'bout Uncle Mackie, an' of course I know what *they* do, but nobody told me 'bout *you*."Caught off-balance by the complete transformation of Jennifer's manner, Lisa stared for a moment and then laughed. "Well, I'm the Sabers' archivist.""You're like their librarian?" The girl's eyes were wide but filled with a knowing playfulness. Lisa nodded. "Sort of. I make permanent records out of the information in their mission recorders, so they can study them later." She led the girl out the door and into the hall, pausing only to flip the ready room light switch with her free hand. "Is that hard?""Not really." Lisa's voice continued to echo back up the hallway as the pair went deeper into the headquarters complex behind Raven's Garage. The overhead lights cast long shadows back behind them into the ready room. "I also try to get unbiased stories about them into the newspages. That'sharder.""Really?""You better believe it."
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.