The Taskmistress sits at the pool deck, studying for her finals
when an urgent message comes through on her pager.

"Nice timing."   She flips open the cellular phone and punches
in the speed dial combination.

A deep voice picks up the other end of the line.  "Yes, My Taskmistress?"

"Good job on the Panda.  I was beginning to worry about him and his
'fics.  I heard that he has BGCross 12 and 13 ready to go."

"Shall I terminate him?"

"No, there is another you have to get.  Go to New York City and hang around
the UN building for a while.  Follow the economist named 'Willmore' home
and when you see the son, grab him and make him release 2096 part
four and TGACFH 7.  Report back to me as usual."

"Yes, my lady"

She hangs up the phone and picks up the virgin cocktail offered by the
muscular servant.  "So many 'fics, so little time."




Foxtrot the Furryous, BTFH on vacation