grinned Agent Patricia Tamilton as she poked her head in Theodore's dorm room. “This is becoming a habit, ma'am,” he murmured. “I'm finishing up homework, but it could wait. It all depends...” “Nothing that would insult your delicate sense of propriety,” she grinned. “You are smiling way too much,” observed Theodore. “Is this about Karl?” “Nah, we're done with him and he's being deported to Afon as we speak.” “I thought deportations usually got tied up in courts for weeks and things.” “With his lawyer present, he claimed he came here to work for the casino security.” “Okay...” “No work visa!” “Surely it was more complicated than that!” “Well yes... but it was a given that deportation was in the cards. The question was Afon or the Eglesteiner colonies.” “The Altshea Confederation on Afon doesn't have a death penalty...” “And there you have it!” “Is this something that is going to piss off the DSS?” Pat shrugged, “Wouldn't know. They still haven't reported in yet...”
