COMPANY ARRIVING FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Ms. Aura is on her way. Next week.
She’ll be a turkey buzzard again, and traveling alone without Nigel. I assume she’ll be asking for any further information I have about that squirrel, but I suspect that it will be more than that.
For the past few weeks I’ve doing research on her, and the less I find the deeper I dig. I’ve finally unearthed some files linking her to MicroTalon. It was shortly after that discovery that I heard from her; it was as if that action on my part raised an alarm of some sort.
Fenton and I never discuss MicroTalon, and not just because all our equipment is Carrot Computer-based. Years ago, he disappeared and was declared dead by everyone except me. He eventually resurfaced at MicroTalon headquarters of all places, with no memory of the intervening period, under some rather unusual circumstances that have never been fully explained. He’s never been able to piece together any recollections; just some vague disturbing feelings. I don’t want to upset him, so I don’t press him on the subject.
That may no longer be possible, which concerns me as Fenton’s well-being is my top priority. I’ve arranged that our meeting be in a public place, a loud restaurant near campus. I don’t know what to expect.