“What’s the probability of abduction?” he asked, approaching the crosswalk on the busy street that bisected the campus. He looked up to note two young women gawking at him suspiciously, clearly hearing his words. “Criminal justice class,” he explained hastily, not slowing his forward motion. Luckily for him, the light abruptly changed to red just as he stepped into the crosswalk, saving him from getting mowed down. He didn’t appear to notice the close call. “You will tell me if it goes higher?” he asked his mouthpiece. “Or anything more happens? And please tell me you can interfere with their helicopter if necessary?” He nodded at the answer only he could hear. “I’m planning on going up there,” he said. “Well, right after I get done with that economics test tomorrow morning. “No, I want to take it myself, at least if the feds are behaving themselves.
