Cradling your prize, you hurtle back along the corridor past Dave Carlisle’s office and back to the rendezvous point at the Coke machine. Ten seconds after you arrive, you hear Bae returning along the corridor.
”You were fast!” she says with a new tone of admiration.
”Sure was!” you beam. “They call me The Hurricane.”
”I bet they do,” she says. She looks down at your prize. “Foolscap?”
”Sure is!” you grin.
”No flies on you, are there, Epson? Excellent work! Now we just need to hop over to the bus stop and take a little trip to WH Smith!”
Follow Bae to the bus stop. (goto 30)