Vegas WeekendChapter 3 Saturday Unauthorized Experiments
(Saturday morning) Frank Watkins stepped into the conference room to receive his visitor, a rather stern looking woman with dark plastic glasses, hair pulled back into a bun, perhaps thirty pounds overweight. "Professor Hartridge," Frank smiled pleasantly. "How may I be of assistance?" "Mr Watkins," she pursed her lips slightly as she spoke, a mannerism she had observed from Carl Sagan and cultivated in her own repertoire. "We have a situation that we must address." "Hmmm... a...