Edgar,” whispered Heath Westinghouse as they moved quickly down the law faculty corridor. “You may be a little odd sometimes, but you kick ass like nobody I have ever met.” “Shut up,” said H. Edgar. They slowed their step as they saw one of the faculty approaching from the other end of the hall, and did their best to look for all the world like two respectful young intellectuals returning from a visit to one of their learned superiors. “Good afternoon, Professor Todd,” said Simpson, nodding at his Advanced Torts teacher. “Mr. Simpson, Mr. Westinghouse,” said Todd in acknowledgment. H. Edgar’s heart was racing. He had done it! He had opened the fucking door and taken one huge step through, allowing it to close behind them. There was no going back now. The plan was in motion, and it was inspired. No! It was more than inspired, it was unparalleled, exceptional—downright fucking brilliant! Of course, it was extremely complex and must be carried out with the greatest of focus and commitment.
