The Computer Science Centre is a long grey brick building on two floors. At the main entrance there is a Coke machine. Bae draws your attention to a point on the front surface of the machine, where the photo of the jaw of a grinning cheerleader meets the letter K. “Just apply the right pressure here and…” with a thud and a roll, a Diet Coke can appears at the PUSH slot at the bottom of the machine. She hands you the can and repeats the trick to get another for herself.
”The printer rooms are at the end of that corridor,” you tell her, pointing to the right. “At the back there is a cupboard containing paper: A4, A3, foolscap. You name it!”
”And right next door is Dave Carlisle’s office.” Bae observes. “If he catches you making off with college paper stocks, that’s the end for you. It won’t matter whether you have a new timetable or not, you’ll be up before the principal for a disciplinary before you can say Borland Turbo Pascal 5.5.”
”You’ve used Turbo Pascal?”
”Never in my life, but my aunt Debbie studied at Thames Poly with Dave Carlisle. I’ll see if he’s in and chat with him. It’ll divert him while you do the business. But you need to be fast, I can only deal with Dave’s aftershave for five minutes maximum. That’s how much time you have before I pass out. Do you think you can manage that?”
Do you tell Bae, “they call me The Shadow, I have no need of your assistance!” (goto 12)
Do you thank Bae and follow her plan? (goto 09)