Usually it is as exciting as computer troubleshooting, which I really do, but sometimes it gets really interesting. Occasionally, dangerous. Not that ...I could tell him that anyway. I'm only writing this now because sometimes I just have to let go and talk about it to someone. Writing it out is safer than telling someone. This way I get it out of my system. I'll go back and erase this later. I have detected some suspicion on his part that he realizes I am not just the computer geek I pretend to. And securi-tards ... forget it.’ But she put her backpack on the desk, fumbled in the bag for a minute to extract her comm, and followed Mac out the door. Down two floors to the garage level, through another door, was the warehouse room. It had about 100 different chairs in various configurations. They all had dual joysticks just off the armrests and a plug for a visor at about head level.Chris picked one that let her recline to about 45 degrees with a headrest, got comfy, then said, “Why two. "Wow, they aren't supposed to close like that," Matt said. "Are you okay?" I'm fine, son."Bria looked up at the familiar sound of the man's voice. "Father Joseph? What are you doing here this late?" I've been looking for you, Bria. Your roommate called me. She's frantic with worry. She said that you believe she's working with Cain." She was there, Father. She was in my dreams, doing his bidding." Brianna, you know of Cain's power. You know of his ability to get to you in your dreams. You have. ” I shrugged, standing up.“My wife and I would love to have you over for dinner to say thanks.”“Sure. Text me your address.” I said as I walked past him.“Great, see you about 8?” Johnny asked.“Sounds great. Jessica, see me in my office now please.” I called out.I could hear the click of Jessica’s heels on the floor as she walked quickly behind me. I walked behind my desk and dropped into my chair.“Yes Sir?” Jessica asked, her voice full of fear.“Lock the door.” I grinned.Jessica slowly turned.